Jordan

I've successfully been able to give Pat space as much as possible, and I've also been a bit withdrawn.

"Jordan, please, can I have a word with you?” Patricia says, knocking on my door.

For how long will I keep giving Patricia the silent treatment? Every time I think about our last conversation, it makes me nauseous. I know her boyfriend put the ideas in her head, but knowing that she had thought them through pains me so much. It shows how belittlingly she thinks of me. A knock on the door jolts me out of my train of thought.

“Come in. I'm very busy. Can it wait?”

“Oh ok. I can come back," she says, sadness written all over her face.

Arggh.. I hate that I can't even stay mad at her for so long. A day and a half of giving her a cold shoulder, and it's already becoming tiring.

“If it’s really important, then out with it.”

“Can I sit?” she says, gesturing to the woven chair beside my bed.

“Whatever you want to say can be said outside my room.” I say emphasising the last two words.

“Ray is