Okay. So they've weighed me, 116lbs. The same as last time. A month ago. And taken my temperature. After rubbing this thing back and forth on my forehead, the nurse tells me "97°, great". Great. Then she shows me to my room. The same room I was in last month.
Panic sets in as soon as I hear her instruct me to undress.
Quickly, I stop the nurse and roughly stutter "I've experienced....umm ..sexual abuse as a child ....and so I don't really ....wanna do this," I can't find words. Please just let her know already, but without me having to finish this sentence, "but I know it's important, so what's gunna happen exactly?"
After looking down, she looks at the paper clothes and says to wait before I get undressed, so that the doctor can talk to me first. I'm relieved for a moment. There's fidgety fingers and hasty typing so I can write as much as I can before she comes back..
YOU ARE READING
The Little Doll
Non-Fiction-Trigger Warning- I'm 21 years old. I'm a girl. A woman, whatever. Today was rough, but I wont apologize for my stories being dark, because they're my life. They're all I have and am. You shouldn't be sorry for yours either. I finally stopped, and u...
