Project 8:11

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As I sit here in this dull, depressing doctors office, I see many "projects" come in and out of the project waiting area.

As time passes, I grow more and more impatient. The room begins to get smaller and the air becomes distant.

After long I find myself sitting in fetal position, with my feet on my chair and my knees in my chest. I feel myself begin to shake, and I try to regulate my breathing.

A tall, middle aged women wearing black scrubs approaches me, without making eye contact.

"Mr. Calum Hood, please come with me. You are now project 8:11. We will refer to you as protect 8:11. When you are in here at the institution, you are no longer Calum Hood. Do you understand me?"

Wow this women is brutal.

"Do you understand me?!" The women said again, even more harsh this time.

"Yes, ma'am." I respond, quickly but quietly.

"Do not call me ma'am. I will not respond. My name is Ms. T and I will only answer to that. Understand?"

"I apologize, Mrs.T. It'll never happen again." I say as we walk down a long narrow, white passageway.

I notice that there are many doors with little black signs on them. On the signs there are little white letters with the doctors names on them.

As we reach the end of this forever lasting hall, we stop at a door with the name Dr. Rauju.

"This is your doctor. His name is Dr. Rauju. Its pronounced Ra-joo, if you pronounce his name incorrect, he will not be happy. Do you understand?"

This lady must think I'm an idiot. I may have issues but I understand English.

"I understand." I quickly respond before she asks again.

Mrs. T quickly opens the door, revealing a very bulky, bald white man sitting in front if many monitors that show many rooms of the institution, including the project waiting area.

"Why hello. So this is the famous Project 8:11? We've been waiting for an appearance from you." The man, who I assume is Dr. Rauju, says as he turns around in his chair to face us.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Rauju." I shake his hand and take a seat in one of the long chairs in his room.

"You can leave now Ms. T." He calls for his assistant to leave.

After Ms. T leaves he begins to tell me about how he saw my meltdown in the project waiting area.

"I apologize for that. I tend to do that in situations like this." I start to explain, but I'm stopped when I hear Dr. Rauju chuckle and shake his head.

"We do that to all your patients at first, it gives us an inside look at who they are. Now tell me about the important things in your life." He asks, with a pen in his hand and a clipboard in the other.

"The most important thing in my life, by far, is Bekah. I can't live without her."

Its true, and I new that he would question me more about her.