I only walked in due to the end result; health. As I walk into the dreaded doctor’s office barely tall enough to stand up in my mother approaches the assistant working the desk. There is no line because well, there is no one there, the office was so quiet you could hear a mouse fart. My mother is handed the forms she must fill out every time we come here, she goes to sit down on the plush one person couches to start the paperwork. As she does so I cough so loud that I think that I triggered a car alarm because as soon as I coughed a car alarm went off. Don’t blame me! The only reason I coughed was because of my stupid sister anyway who thought it would be fun to spit on me when she was sick. My mom looked up from her paper work then looked around to see where the noise might be coming from, she has a hunch that it is our car so she rushes outside to go check. Meanwhile I wait, and wait and wait and WAIT! She still does not come back for what seems like hours. I sit there, with my head propped against my hand and I think about how in the world it could take this long to check who’s car is making the noise. All the while the noise had still been blaring but suddenly it stopped and my mom walked in and I felt a moment of relief; finally! I don’t have to wait in this stinkin broken wood chair any longer and as soon as I think that I am done with this static experience I realize that my mother is not even close to done with the paperwork. I try to hold back the surge of anger I am having, but I can’t so I belch “How in the world can someone wait this long for crying out loud?” and the lonely lady working the desk and my mother both look up in the same surprised manner, so similar I think that they are twins for a second, but there was one thing that they did different and that was my mom yelled “Don’t you ever talk to anyone like that ever again!”

Looking back on that moment the feeling that I had during my time waiting for my mother was very similar to that of the man’s feeling in the telltale heart. It was almost as if I could see the seconds ticking by getting longer and longer every time one passed. It felt like my life was ticking away ever so slowly, so slowly it was almost painful, I could feel my youth slipping away even though the wait was supposed to help me. That moment was full of dread and loneliness and I never want to experience it again.

I do this all the time, I sit in lines and wait for up to hours just to do something, usually at the end of the wait there is a magnificent roller coaster or delicious treat at the end of it, but no; I was waiting in line for a painful experience called donating blood. I waited and every half hour I took one step forward towards the needle that would eventually take my blood and put it into a bag. I stood there in line with people in front of me and people behind me, it turns out that the person behind me was horizontally challenged and had the strongest body odor on the planet. This lead to a very unpleasant experience for my nose so I only breathed through my mouth as I waited to have me blood extracted by a hideous needle. If you can’t tell by now I have a fear of needles and giving blood, so you may ask why I am in line, well the answer to that is simple, my friend is dying of leukemia and it made me realize that my blood could be needed so I decided against every logical thought to donate blood. So when I am waiting to do something I highly dislike I can definitely afford to wait.

I wait and wait until my time comes and when it comes I feel very anxious and wish I had never stepped in line in the first place. I finally walk up into the truck and a nice old lady asks me to sit down, I do and after I sit down she works on her computer for a minute or two just before she can give me instructions my mom calls to me, “Sun I don’t think you are ready for this, do you wanna come out?” I was so glad I had a savior and I immediately said “Yes please.” I rushed out of the truck with so much joy, I was glad that my blood which is meant to be in my body stayed in my body.