My Clinic Visit

My Clinic Visit

It was late afternoon on March 15th, 2007 as i pulled toward me, the cold handle on the doors of what was slowly becoming my worst nightmare. I never dreamed this day could happen to me being at the ripe age of 19. Unprepared, cold, and every bone in my body shaken to its core. I sat in what seemed to be the tightest squeeze of a chair and watched others fill out their paperwork unknowingly I was envying their position and life during those moments. Soft music played in the background, the clicking of a pens head, relentless tapping of the sole on a ruthless torn sneaker. These sounds made up the song of impatient terror in my head with each passing moment. A stack of paperwork that piled ten feet high was growing relentlessly with each awkward personal question required of me to scribble down nervously. I felt each pound of my heart as I handed the polite woman with deep red hair and a compassionate smile, my personal life to its deepest extent. I led myself to the restroom in attempt to stay sanitary in this impossible journey with a thimble of a target accompanied by my hands trembling as of Parkinson disease. As i returned to my claustrophobic enhancing seat; I felt holes burning through my body of everyones eyes on me from the moment I stepped out of what surely wasn't the 'restroom' as it is known to be. After sitting for what must have been an extensive part of my life, the tall orange doors of doom creaked open for an elder woman with bright white hair to speak the words that gave me chills to the depths of my soul; "Kaitlin?" I managed to convince my seemingly oversized, barely conscious body to stand and walk towards my bearer of news. Led down a hall filled with pictures of happiness and life that taunted me with each new step as I walked the green mile. The clicking of the door closing behind me snapped me back to reality from the euphoria I created for a sliver of a moment in my mind, that this might not actually be happening. I sat and looked up...