King of Nothing

Now

Not even five seconds after Dr. Atkinson informs me about this, I am on him like a cougar. He his lying on the ground dazed with his thick rimmed glasses lying on the floor beside us. 

"You're lying." I spit out. He whimpers. Aw, poor him he thinks this is pain? I haven't even started with the main show yet. 

"Believe me when I say this, I truly wish I was. But I am not, I am telling the complete and total truth. Please let me go." The doctor wails. 

I punch  him in the face and blood streams out of his nostrils as he cries. Who knew a grown man would cry just after one punch? I thought adults could tolerate much more. "What kind of cancer is it?" 

I ask. I need to know all of the details soon. 

"Leukemia. The tests say you have about four months left to live." The doctor explains. I punch him in the face again in anger, and he shrieks in pain. 

"It's no fair." I am sweating now, and a single tear rolls down my face. 

"I'm sorry. People most often are sad or angry when they find out they are suffering from something this tragic. But please let me go." The doctor tries bribing me and coaxing me off of him. 

"Fine...f-fine. It's not fair!" I scream. "IT'S NOT FRICKEN FAIR!" As soon as I slump off of him he slams his hand down on a  red button, it must be an emergency button or something. I sit there in a daze waiting for whatever punishment I have deserved to come rushing in. 

Two security officers come bursting in with only tazers in their hands. How useless. They aim it at me like the tazers are guns and I raise my hands like I am some high class drug lord or something. 

"Just kick me out of whatever...I get it." I am sulking in front of them, great. 

"You are being escorted to your room Mr. Maverick. A good nights sleep is what you need after being told something this shocking." Dr. Atkinson informs me. 

"Oh how nice of you. You tell me I'm going to die, but at least you said it nicely. You know, why don't you make me tea and cookies and give me ice cream and take me to Italy and everything will be fine like you say. It's not fair." I am yelling at this point and more and more tears drip down my face. 

The two guards pick me up as I struggle to regain my freedom. "It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, IT"S NOT FAIR!" It really isn't. I shouldn't be dying at the age of forty. 

Before I know it I am placed gently in a room with a single bed and a tiny dresser for whatever belongings I may have. There is a another smaller room with a bathroom tucked in the corner. "It's not fair..." 

"My punishment will not be able to last long enough now..." But it's too late, the guards are already gone to hear what I have to say.