Him

 

I didn't think I'd recognize him but when. I saw his tall cold body walk into the room. It was only obvious that this was the same man that caused uncontrollable pain to enter into my entire life. The reason I didn't think I'd remember was because I don't remember anything from that time in my life. Its like a dark void that I know exists but don't know how it came into its existence. But that face, that face which haunted this very room also haunted that very day in which it had happened. I had no choice but to conceal this very point in my life, even if it was so hard to hold back the pain. The room was filled with patients and there families. Two young girls sat around a table playing. One had little hair, the remains of chemo treatment that she once went through. A scar shown from the back of her neck. An obvious reminder of the shunt installed into her brain to drain the tumor, just like a piece of machinery. More surrounded a seat in the middle of the room with grim despair imbued upon their faces. You could only imagine what they had to face. Sick and dying kids everywhere. Maybe just a check up or maybe just there final check in. You may think how could I say such a thing, that's so horrible but I've been there I know how this whole program goes. Its never ending a vicious circle just like life is in general but worse for these kids these people these families. But that's how it goes. There he was just standing there the man I could never forgive. The man known to me as Dr. Thomas.