After darkness, comes light. That’s what my father always said. ‘No matter how troubled you are,’ he told me, ‘remember that things will only get better.’ He’s not saying anything now, though, and I miss his guidance.
In my case, the darkness was my friend, Cameron, arriving into hospital. He had been found lying in the bus lane by the train station with his leg bent at an impossible angle and blood streaming down his face, soaking into his auburn hair. His phone and money were gone. A passer-by had called the ambulance when they saw him, nearly two hours after he had been attacked.
The doctors had given