The place gives me chills. It reminds me of a hospital, with white floors and white ceilings. A little too clean, if you ask me, and smells of medicine.
They took me into a large room. Without my parents. They made me leave them out in some sort of waiting room. It kind of scares me, but I know that I rely on my parents too much and need to somewhat disconnect from them. They sat me down in a chair in the center of the room. The rest of the room was empty except for a mirror on one wall. Which I assumed was a one way window.
This place seems weird in the fact that it doesn't seem like a counciling office of any kind. Two men came in, holding a few things. They set up a small metal table that matched the chair and set down their equipment. A needle was one of them.
"Hello, miss. We just need to take a little bit of your blood." One man said. He seemed uninterested in me.
"Do you have to? Needles aren't my thing." I replied. Although that was a major understatement. Needles scared the hell out of me. They are my biggest fear.
"It'll only take a second." The other man said. He pulled out a thick clothes. "But we need to tie you down."
Before I could do or say anything the bindings were already on. It seemed to happen in a split second.
"No." I said simply.
They both ignored me and took the needle off the table. He walked over to me and wiped off a peice of skin on my upper arm.
Without any verbal warning from him, I watched the needle head straight for my skin. It barely made it in when it happened.
