by PFDC » Fri Jul 12, 2013 6:03 am
Gentle and rough breezes dance along between the skyscrapers, messing with my short cropped hair. It's getting late, and the night owls are coming out. The sickly women in what can't be called clothes standing on the street corner, beckoning the men. Hooded shadows stand in the alleys, selling their goods to others much like them. The businessmen in their expensive suits scurry by, trying to get home before they fall into trouble. I don't hurry though. They know me, and know not to mess with me. The plaid skirt of my uniform flutters and shifts with my walk, my heels clicking on the worn cement sidewalk. I get a few stares from those who don't often stray around the city this late, but I ignore them. You get used to them after ten years afterall.
After a little longer of walking, I enter the freezing waiting room of the hospital. A receptionist who often works when I come smiles and takes my Manila folder of missing paper work, asking me to take a seat. As I settle into a hard plastic chair and smooth my skirt out, I hear the usual murmurs from those around. The normal,
"What a freak!" And
"Why would he even show himself dressed like that?!" The comments no longer get to me. I used to regret every day I walked out the door, but now I'm hold my head high and toss them over my shoulder.
"Cassiel?" The doctor smiles and beckons me into the office. I stand and follow her into one of the many exam room, sitting on the paper cover bed. She closes the door and sits in the chair across from me, "how are doing Cassiel?" I shrug
"Fine. School is stressful. The new medication is helping though. I don't have as many problems as I did before," the doctor nods and starts running the basic tests on me: reading my heart beat, taking my blood pressure, checking my lungs. Once she sat back down she flips to a page on her clipboard,
"well your test came back. Your T cells are low, but they did raise from last time, so that's a good sign. I've never seen a boy your age fight off AIDs like your body is, it's quite remarkable really. Not that I have many seventeen year-olds with AIDs come through here... Can I ask you something?" I nod and brush my bangs from my face as I shift in the uncomfortable bed, "do you ever regret.. Ya know?" I shake my head,
"No. I did at first, I mean I probably just ruined my life, but I told myself to forget my regret. I don't regret putting on a skirt the first time, because it made me realize who I was, and I don't regret making the mistake I did to get AIDs, because now when I tell people to be careful and be smart, I have a story to tell them. Now I can save people. I can save people from becoming what I did," she smiles,
"And what did you become?"
" an adult. An adult before I was ready,"
Leaving CS