It was my personal responsibility to say, ‘no.’
Unfortunately, ‘no,’ is a difficult word to say. At least for me.
Squirming in a plastic chair designed for a far smaller bottom, I waited. The walls were a blinding white, the floor was bare, and the receptionist sat in her plush seat tapping a pen against her lip.
Tap, tap, tap.
Plastic pen met soft flesh and yet it made a cacophonous noise that would slowly drive me insane, I knew it. Perhaps I already was insane. Why else couldn’t I say such a simple mono-syllabic word? ‘No.’ I could think it easily enough. If only I could transmit thought to vocalisation.
If I had, I could be sitting at home right now, my big fat butt seated comfortably on my plush lounge, feet up in the air, TV screaming. But no. I could not say, ‘no.’ So here I was, and here I would stay. Waiting. Forever. To be called into rooms probably brighter than this one. To get jabbed with a needle possibly wider than my thumb. To lay unconscious while they did whatever it was they do to their sleeping patients. Why didn’t I read the small-print before I agreed to sign my body away?
Tap, tap, tap.
That damned receptionist. She grinned at me, almost as though she knew how painful her pen was, and then tapped it on the desk instead.
“It’ll be soon, love,” she called over.
I winced and stared at the door behind her, trying, and failing, to block out her incessant tap. ‘Soon.’ And then what?
Hellooo! It’s Day 644 of @mariannewest’s five-minute #freewrite! The prompt for today is – personal responsibility – and this… thing… is what I came up with before the eggtimer website beep-a-beeped at me. 🙂
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