DOCTOR
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Sitting anxiously at the hospital reception, I refused to make my self conscious, worried and even distressed aura seep through my almost unbreakable barrier.
I sang the mini anthem I had made to calm my wild thoughts;
"get up from the uncomfortable chair,
Exhale a bit,
Into the door,
Out and it's my turn."
No melody, or rhythm or tune or whatever the sound attached to music is called.
Mr S wasn't a good music teacher anyways.
Broken tapes don't have nothing on me seeing as involuntarily, my dirty sneaks already started bopping along to my untuned song.
I don't remember what she called me but it was ringing in my head. It was my turn to go in and I hadn't even noticed. Was I that calm? or the four cells holding me up had gone for their unannounced nap sessions. Perhaps they cuddled into the arms of my anxiety;
Betrayal!
Those shaky legs of mine stood up even before my air head told it to.
Each step introduced a loud pounding sound in my head.
So loud that mid hallway, my rough and grungy hands found their way to my ears.
Crouched on the floor, I wracked my head for that damn song;
That damn song!
Bad language, it wasn't there.
What were the words again? Not the tu- wait there was a tune?
Slowly I tried to lift my heavy head up and in a split second, I was hastily in front of that uncomfortable chair. I was up and standing, head down, mind fast asleep.
"Where did all that imagination go to? I thought y'all were asleep" I asked my now present and active brain cells?
What a joke.
Mid conversation with myself and I was already in front of that door. It read "Doctor".
Fine metal? iron? gold?
Oh, they're asleep again.
It was suddenly ajar and once again, I could feel the pounding sound accompanied by the sound of the taking off of a fighters jet.
My uncolored eyes met with his dark, almost nonexistent eyes. A pool of black spilled all the way to his lips, so full;
Pretty liar!
Not a second wasted, he started making such silly hypothesis
What are you thinking?
No blood test?
No urine test?
Skip the awkward stool sample?
Okay, I was thinking that as well. But I knew doctor's plan. Didn't you already?
He clicked on the top part of his pen and I was up on the examination table.
Unable to process the new routine he had created for us, my top was gone. The cool breeze my nerves produced, caused chills to run through my body and the infamous clicking sound of his belt buckle went off and so did the little safety I had left, my panties.
Google search results said to distract myself while I'm getting penetrated by a man twice my age
What are you thinking?
Why did I goggle it?
Why does google have an answer to that?
It was my newly developed distraction and before my hormones could take over the dry sand box I had down there, He was done.
With his clipboard again in his hand, he clicked the top of his pen and I was down from the examination table.
Nothing to gather, I hastily left the now hot office.
The squeaky sound from my sneaks made for a rad tune.
It's writing and onomatopoeia really isn't my strong point;
Mr T wasn't a good English teacher anyways.
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A/N: Hey guys!
It feels like it's been ages since the last update (it has just been a week)
Anywaysss, how's your weekend going? Feel free to tell me about it.
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