Ninety Nine Nights

Chapter Three

Arriving at the hospital at eleven, I'm surprised to see there wasn't the regular pity party of people outside of Dolores room as there always was.

I knew I'd be late today so I took my time walking down Simpson avenue today.

Simpson avenue is where I'd known the fewest people but where everyone seemed to know me.

All eyes are on me as I stroll through the market area, I wanted attention today but people seem to be looking through me, as if something were wrong with me. I feel like pulling out the hoodie I brought with me and place the hood over my head, instead I stop and quickly examine myself.

Pointing, snickering faces seem to be fixated on my chest. My breasts aren't glorious, their nothing special, so why are they looking?

Am I that different from everyone else?

Am I really that repulsive, do I always draw this much attention?

There are four reasons why people might stare at you, your either pretty, pretty ugly, there's something wrong with you, or there's something wrong with them, or perhaps a combination of these.

Over the last few months I've received stared for all four of these reasons so often I can now decipher one from another with little time, there was definitely something wrong with me.

Upon my examination the only thing I see out of place is my wrinkled top, I put it on backwards and inside out, this can't really draw this much attention.

I quickly rectify my mistake, pulling my top off, turning it the right way while I stand in the road in my bra.

A mother covers her sons eyes as he tries to sneak a peek.

I jokingly wink at him, immediately catching the attention of his mother.

I get her seal of approval, a middle finger as she races towards me before someone stops her.

The boy was several years younger than me, it was clearly a joke.

Pulling my top back over my head, the problem was clearly solved as laughing eyes are now quieted yet still focused on me, everyone seems satisfied yet disturbed.

I decide to take my hoodie out after all, putting it on, placing the hood over my head, hiding my face.

I'm agitated, I wish Dolores were here, she seems to lack the social anxiety that I have. Dolores could turn any bad situation in to something good, she has always been the good one of the two of us, my better half.