There were mirrors placed strategically around me. Seeing my reflection from every angle gave me a feeling of superiority. I felt like that a lot though.
I spent months in a strict program and had now moved on to one that pushed me even harder. My body was firm and and off limits to anyone. However, they were allowed to touch my head. That was something I couldn’t stop them from doing. They came in, double checked my name to be sure I was who I said was. They didn’t ask for I.D. only the first and last noun that I went by. A security breach would be intolerable. I laughed at the thought. These people would never let that happen.
They wore black coats something like a Doctor’s garb but with more pockets. Their shoes clicked as they walked across the floor. I kept my eyes on them, they were quick and precise. I was impressed but I also hated to be here. You could sometimes see the desperation in their eyes especially if you were sent to see them late in the day or if a child was on their list. You had to go when you could or you wouldn’t look the same. They had special powers some learned, some gifted.
I pointed at myself when they called my name as if to question who I was. She nodded yes and I followed her first, to the back. She placed me in the chair with metal sides and had me rest my arms. Next turning on the machine, she began the process. The heated substance poured atop of me. I made a face as to say I was discouraged. “Is it too hot?” She asked. I said “No.” I think it was a little warm. I just wanted to be done.
She protected me with a white wrap and moved me fast to the next station. “Sit here.” She instructed. She reached for what could have been considered a weapon. It was soaked in a blue potion. I closed my eyes. Finally. She was finished.
“What do you think?” She questioned my feelings. Rarely does a woman do that. “I’m not sure ma’am. I will have to ask myself. Get my own personal opinion.” I tipped her and headed to the car. My only wish was that I could have had a lollipop like the three year old getting his hair cut for the first time.
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