Same old story [SHAI] May 17, 2017 23:11:51 GMT
Post by Katya Kanazaki on May 17, 2017 23:11:51 GMT
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing.
|Time knows how to quickly flow by without her noticing. First was a few days and then a week when she all but forgot about it. Then the weeks turned into two… and then another when her phone buzzed with the reminder she set three weeks prior. Three weeks without it nagging on her mind. So far it was good for as long as it lasted. Now it was back, whispering to her about the same day every month for the last fifteen years of her life. She may have gotten away mostly unscathed by her illness but she wasn’t truly. Every month the young blond had to follow a procedure to keep existing. Without it. She was certain she would have been six feet under. |
Though… a thought crossed her mind if it was that bad. Dark humor surrounding the passing idea nearly made her chuckle. Perhaps she was losing it. After several years of this she was finally losing it after the whole feeling numb finally came to past. She has long been desensitized to the idea of having blood pumped through her arm. Monthly transfusions that mostly forced her to travel to the nearest hospital to received such treatments.
Though… now there was going to be a fresh change to her routine. Unwelcomed or welcome she didn’t bother to think about it at this point. The girl soon found herself walking into the familiar corridor. The heat coming outside from the warm sun reached inside. It wasn’t as chilly as it had been the past few days. Now humidity was rising but still at a level where one still needed a light piece of jacket to walk around the Canadian climate. She turned to another corridor, counting the last three doors until she reached the infirmary.
Her hand reached for the knob only to stop inches away from it freezing her limb onto the air as she stared at the metallic knob as if its daring her to knock. It she tried a few times each one with a new hesitation building into it until she had enough she rapped her knuckles against the wood. Knocking three times until someone replied. Only then did she open the door. Hinges creaked loudly giving way as the wooden door opened. “Hello?...” The young ‘boy’ peered inside. “I’m scheduled for a check up…” She mumbled, blue orbs peered through the short blond mess she had for hair.
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