Daniel's point of view
I ran as quickly as I could away from the hospital. All the running was making me feel dizzy and tired. I was still weak and was not supposed to be running around in the cold. But I just wanted to get away from the hospital as far as I could. Nothing could stop me from slowing down. I felt my legs almost giving up on me but I was not ready to stop myself. I kept going and going till I got on a huge bridge.
It was evening, around 7pm maybe. Surprisingly no one was passing by and there were few or no cars passing by. I stood by the side of the bridge and completely broke down. I slowly collapsed on the and cried my eyes out. I felt so sad and heartbroken. All of these had been my fault. Why did I not speak up earlier? What was I keeping quiet for? Did I play a role in this by not speaking up about the abuse? These questions kept running through my mind, making me scream out my pain.