The same evening we went to a memorial at the Kaiser Medical Center near the theater and found out that Noemi and Josh got out without any physical injuries, luckily they made it to their car and left before they saw the worst of it. Alex and I were basically inseparable for the first few weeks, we barely went anywhere without each other. We must be pretty lucky to have one another to look towards when we're feeling sad or alone, we always had someone who would understand when we thought others didn't. Sometimes I feel guilty that I survived and so many didn't. I didn't go a day without crying for the first few weeks, I know that whether it was a good way to go or not, and that no matter ones religion, it was their time to move on to better things. I mean, people died. And I got out with a bruise near my shoulder. I'm not even sure when it happened, I didn't feel it. Heck, I didn't even notice it till my dad pointed it out a day or two later. It was in the shape of a Bullet. Small, Round.
