Miss Marquez. The results of your test
will be told to you shortly. Please
have a seat in the waiting room and try to keep yourself calm."
took me by the hand and physically sat me down in a hard, cold chair. My hands jittered and skittered; I could
barely hold the magazine they forced into my grasp. Fighting back tears, my eyes nervously scanned the room. It was empty, save a small blonde girl
sitting in the corner alone, looking as scared as I did.
eyes traveled up to meet mine. I
quickly snapped my sight back to a cigarette ad in the magazine. Of course that was the last thing on my
this have happened to me? I was just a
kid, for Christ's sake. Now here I am,
nineteen, facing the possibility of having a life-threatening illness that I
once had only thought gay men could have.
"No day but
today," I mumble to myself, the unstoppable tears forming in my brown
eyes. My vision becomes blurred, but I
can still see the monstrous veins in my arm; the bluish, extravagant rivers of
disease that ran until they disappeared under my sleeve. That's where this mess began.
I tried to
tell myself I wasn't addicted. Just
because I did it a lot and it made me feel good did NOT make me some
junkie. But when I started spotting
needles and borrowing smack from anyone and everyone, selling my body for one
shoot, and waking up around and under random people…that's when I should have
known. I told Benny I didn't need help. I didn't have a problem. I just liked to feel good sometimes.
I sat back
in the cold, uninviting chair and closed my eyes, letting a tear stream down my
cheek in a tiny rivulet which left a trail of mascara down my sunken-in
cheek. What happened a few weeks
was Adam. I saw him at the Cat Scratch
Club. He had black hair and a scar
under his left eye. That's what I
about Tommy? The boy that gave me smack
last Tuesday. What was his last name
was Leo, the older guy who gave me some…
have came from anyone," I whisper to myself, the tears unstoppable now.
Relax. Mimi chica, you don't even know if you have
it yet. Just because you feel sick and
found some spots on you, that doesn't mean shit. So when you get your negative test results, just go home and
forget about it. Just watch who you get
me, are you alright?"
I open my
eyes to see the blonde girl sitting next to me, offering a tissue. She blinked at me with her big blue
eyes. "I saw you crying…here."
I take the
tissue from her and wipe my eyes.
"Thanks," I mutter, smudging my mascara even more. "I didn't know I was making it that
crossed her legs. "Well, I was a mess
before you came into the waiting room.
I take it you're here for the same reason I am…"
think so," I say coldly, sitting up.
This girl is probably in here because she thinks she's pregnant, or has
gonorrhea or something non-life threatening.
Look at her, such a little priss.
"I doubt it very high---"
me by rolling up the sleeve of her blue Oxford shirt. Her veins match mine. Her
skin is much lighter than mine, so they show even more. The twisted veins dance up her graceful arm,
hers even worse, branching out in little lines that cover her elbow. I look at her in amazement.
test," she whispers, fear filling her face.
"My friend just got diagnosed last week…we share needles. I don't know what I'm going to do if I have
it…" Her voice cracks and she rolls her
sleeve down again. "My boyfriend will
definitely have it if I do…I could never do that to him…" A sob escapes her throat. "W-What are you going to do if you have it?"
I open my
mouth, shut it, open it again, shut it, make a small noise, and open it
again. "I….I don't have it."
up at me. "If you don't have it, why
are you even here?"
speechless. "I-I don't know…" I trail
off, staring at my hands. "I'm just
here to make sure, you know. There's a
really small chance, but I sincerely doubt it." I try to appear as confident as I can. But the girl doesn't fall for it, and neither do I. The tears begin on my face just as much as
hers. I sit up and bury my face in my
hands. "I…I don't know what I'm going
over and puts a comforting arm around me.
"It's alright….you'll be fine…"
you going to do?" I ask tearfully.
"Me?" she replies, smiling. "I'm going to slit my wrists wide open and
kill myself before some disease can do it."
She starts to laugh softly, and I understand that she's joking.
voice shakes me out of my daze. "Yes?" I reply, standing up. "Are my test results in?"
way," she answers coldly, opening a door for me. "The doctor would like to see you now."
she opened looks cold. Very scary and
uninviting. A metal table stands in a
room surrounded by machines and a bored looking doctor with a clipboard stands,
patiently waiting to tell me…
To tell me
I'm going to die.
my tears and close my eyes briefly. I
feel pressure on my hand and look down to see the girl holding it tightly. Her eyes are overflowing again as well, but
she has a small smile on her face.
Mimi," she whispers hoarsely, releasing my hand. I smile gratefully at her and begin to walk towards the
room. Before I enter, I turn slowly.
never caught your name…"
up at me with radiance and beauty. "I
never threw it. I'm April."
repeat, smiling. "I hope I see you
won't," she answers nonchalantly, picking up a magazine. "That I can promise you."
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