Eye For An Eye | Unfinished

Room 15

Locking it behind me as I made my way to room 15. I gently slid down the hoary white corridor, intense, chalky lights reflecting off of the ashen marble flooring- illuminating the entirety of the hall. Dusty iron doors lined the passageway: filling in for the insufficient colour. The only slight spec of orange could be seen through the small opalescent windows at the top of each door. Th eonly thing that could be heard through the transonic walls was my high heels against the tiles, and the faint rattle of keys as I walked.

I could feel the nerves creeping up though my stomach, boiling my blood as I felt sick to my throat, the rise of tension creeping up on Me- cuffing my throat in its grasp, fear soared through my veins and arteries. It swelled inside my chest as if I was about to shatter like a thousand shards of glass. Like needles piercing my skin.

I was always rather nervy before each appointment- as I thought about it...

You'll be fine, this is your job.
You do this everyday.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

I could already hear the click of the handcuffs as the patient is locked to the iron table. I could feel the glare they gave me as they are held hostage. the heart wrenching sympathy, jabbing at my heart as tears rushed to my eyes- in agony.

This is what you were made to do.
Get over yourself.
They are terrible people.

My inner voice told me again, I was made to do this, I was born to be who I am- and im good at it. These people need me. They need my help. And that's what I'll do. I'll help.

I ascended up a flight of stairs- catching myself on the failing- which was grey like the rest of the decor. And hauled myslef up the stairs to meet another door ahead of me, peering down the corridor aside of it to see the same haunting vision- rows and rows of doors. Vaulted and locked by codes. My keys falling into my hands as I unlocked door 15.