A N O N Y M O U S.

C H A P T E R 1 4

M A Y S I X T H 2 O 1 3

1 2 : 4 3 pm

"I can't win your losing fight

All the time"

-Paramore

My hands were shaking like the tails of rattlesnakes.

My heart was hammering in my chest.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

I played with the zipper on my purse.

I took shaky breaths.

I was nervous, no doubt.

The nurse came from the back room, a clipboard in hand.

She called my name.

I stood up, and made my way over to her.

She walked me to a room, and told me to wait for the doctor.

I did as I was told.

There was a small stain on the floor, shaped like a hand print almost.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

The doctor came in.

He asked to see the test.

So I gave it to him.

He said this didn't mean it was absolute.

It could be wrong.

I peed in a cup.

He asked questions like:

'when was your last time'

and,

'do you know who'

and,

'the last cycle I had'

I answered them.

He sent me home.

The results will be in on the eighth.

I'm nervous.

Subtraction is easier...

Signed,

anonymous