Saturday, March 17, 2012
LUCKY CRITIQUE ENTRY #2
Genre: Science Fiction (short story)
Some people have skeletons in their closet. Things they don’t want as public information, whether out of fear or shame. Things that shouldn’t have happened. Things that shouldn’t exist.
Some people have skeletons. The Senate of Eochatos has me.
“Claudia.” said a loud voice. I jerked my head up. The doctor stared at me, his glassy eyes shifting as he looked over me. He stroked his chin with one steel hand, “How is your emotional processing?”
“Just fine.” I said, smiling tightly as a grey-clad nurse approached with a syringe and two-inch needle.
She murmured, “This won’t hurt a bit.” and began to wipe the back of my hand with a sanitizing cloth.
The doctor leaned back against his silver chair, “Senator Drendle said you’ve had trouble sleeping lately.”
The needle sunk into my hand, sending a thin plastic tube into the vein. I watched out of the corner of my eye as blood filled the capsule on the table. “I guess.”
“You know, Claudia, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” he said, irritation bleeding into his tone, “That’s why we’re here, you know. To help you.” Because without us, you won’t be here. Without our help, you’ll fall to pieces.
“I’m tired of being treated like glass.” I said finally, pulling away from the nurse. The tube tugged against my hand, “I’m not going to break if I don’t come see you every week, Dr. Mallon. Besides, you’re the psychologist--it’s not good for people to be controlled this much, especially not at my age.”
“Not good for people.” he repeated, putting emphasis on the last word.
I clenched my jaw, “I am a person.” The nurse silently pulled out the tube and threw the needle aside, capping the vial of blood.