Meanwhile back in the room as more tears poured down my face as I tried opening the door again and again. I wanted to scream but I knew that would wake Woody and then I wouldn't be able to leave like I was trying to now. I fought with the handle again; pulling hard but trying to do so quietly. It still wouldn't budge. Why this? Why now? God must have a sense of humour I thought to myself as the tears poured freely and quickly down my face. I now knew why I never trusted God; He was just like any other man, always wanting things to go His own way. I stopped my thoughts from going any further as I thought about what Woody would say. He trusted God; he had faith.

I stopped my assault on the door handle for a moment to turn and face the bed; the bed that held the man I loved. He looked so peaceful and harmless and for a second I wondered why I was trying to run. But that thought only lasted a second before I remembered that Woody was a man, and men could never be trusted. I thought about all the other guys that had hurt me; Dad, JD and many of the others whom I couldn't recall at that moment.

'But Woody's different,' a voice in my head, that sounded suspiciously like Lily's, said.

'He's still a man.' I argued back. 'Men are all the same. I thought that even my father would be different, but he's not.' I told myself. I sighed. This constant argument was getting tiring.

I turned back to the door. At the moment I wanted to be as far away from here as I could; I wanted to stop these emotions; to forget that they ever existed. The blinds were all still closed from when the nurse had closed them before. And the door only had a small square of glass that was too high up to allow me to see anything out of it bar the top of the door across the hallway. I considered banging on the door but then realised that the noise would probably wake Woody and/or cause me to have to explain to some meddlesome nurses as to why I wanted to leave so quickly, and honestly I didn't want either of those things to happen.

I looked over at Woody and laughed at myself. There was no way that he would wake up from my banging on the door; the amount of drugs they had pumped into his system would stop any chance of that happening. Plus all I had to tell the nosy nurse was that I had finished my visit.

Wiping my face with the bottom of my shirt and trying my best to regain my composure, I knocked a few times on the door. At first I heard no footsteps in response to my knocking so my fist came into contact with the door again; a little harder this time.

The response I got stopped me in my tracks…

To be continued…

Again I must apologise guys. My New Year's resolution is to make more time for doing the things I love and writing is one of them so hopefully my updating will become more frequent.

xoxo Naana