They Had to Come Out

A Scary Story by Elizavetta Schrijver

8-16-2004

(needs editing still)

The swelling and the white lining of the back of my mouth were not to be mistaken, I had to have my tonsils out. Now that I decided the job must be done, I went right to the top to find someone to do it right. You got it. I hired a doctor. I met him on a Friday at 11am, at his non-descript office. Right away I was speechless. He was one hot doctor: black short hair, huge brown eyes, dark skin, a body to make a nun reconsider, and a name I couldn’t pronounce.  I tried to hire him on the spot, but he told me the procedure was dangerous and, yes, painful. Very painful. He was trying to scare me, and it worked. He told me to call his assistant to make arrangements if I decided I wasn’t chicken.

Weeks went by and I kept looking at this assistant’s number. The pain would come and go and I came so close to breaking down and calling a few times, then the pain would ease off and I could relax again. But then it came back with a vengeance and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I picked up the phone and made the fate-full call.

“Yes. I am ready.”

She set up the meeting time. I was quaking in my boots.

I went in and they poked and prodded me, checked me for bugs and weapons…of course. This was dangerous business. They had me open my mouth and took a look at the stuff.

“Yep, its gonna have to all come out.” They said. “Go to this address and give them this envelope.”

“What do I do then?” I asked innocently.

“You’ll receive instructions when you get there.” They said.

I drove downtown to the address. It was a huge red brick building on an Island south of downtown called Davis Island by the locals. Mostly just drug dealers giving out their doses to those who can’t live without it now-a-days. But there was a time when respectable people came here, who weren’t down and out. Maybe there is hope and those people will get themselves back together one day, or maybe their ashes will rise to heaven in the incinerator.

I parked my car in a dark corner and hoped not to be noticed. I walked thru lots of corridors thru hallways that smelled like bodies of the sick. There were others there, they walked by me and ignored me. I kept going till I found the indicated desk. I handed the envelope to the lady. She told me to have a seat, “You’ll be called in 30 minutes.”

They didn’t even care what I was there for. She told me to keep my envelope.

So I sat there in my seat surrounded by strangers. Stranger who were in need of a fix. Some must have been like me, needed to get something removed, or maybe others had to get something added. But they were all down and out. The outcasts of society. We didn’t look at each other. Instead we looked up at two TV screens showing a game show with artificial laugher and applause. Those eyes all gazing up at the screen showed that they wanted to believe that those laughs were real. They wanted to believe they too would laugh again and rejoin the rest of society.

After more than the indicated 30 minutes, I was called. I went up the counter and was given a number. I walked to a desk with the said number and sat down. A woman smiled at me. She seemed nice. She took my envelope and gave me a wristband with my name. She kept asking me if my birth date was 3-15. I said yes over and over. She then sent me to another room. Here I noticed a girl who had been at the doctors office earlier that day. She was here also, “Are you following me?” she asked as she slammed me up against the wall.

“Nnno” I managed to say as I coughed. She let me go and returned to her seat. I walked up the desk and handed them the paper work the nice lady had given me.

“Go take a seat, you know what we will do when we are ready.”

I went and joined another group of outcasts sitting around watching two TV screens. Now the screens showed a court tv show. People were trying to find justice and get on TV at the same time. I like efficiency.

I waited for an hour, then one person saw me. She had me sign lots of documents and again asked me if my birth date was 3-15. I gave the affirmative. She then sent me back to my waiting.

Next a big burly man saw me. He was a drug dealer. He was going to give me a drug to put me out. He had to check my vitals to know how much to give me. He asked if I was allergic to anything, I told him I was about to get diabetes. He asked why. I said because I’d get it if he keeps being so sweet pretending like he cared.

He sent me out and I sat some more. The girl eyed me suspiciously. Then came another woman. She wore a dark leather suit. She had a dog collar around her thick fat neck. She carried a huge needle in one hand and a whip in the other. She looked right at me. I looked around to see if she might be looking at someone else. Then she nodded at me and I knew there was no escape. She walked over and snapped the whip. I followed her obediently.

She tied me down and rammed the needle up my arm. I screamed in pain but she put a big red ball in my mouth then strapped it on with back bands around my head. When she was done taking my blood she released me. I tried to walk out but I was too weak. I crawled on the floor to the door. The girl kicked me as I slide out the door.

That night I had my last meal. At the stroke of mid-night I couldn’t allow food or drink to pass my lips till the removal. I had chopped chicken bbq sandwhich. I drank water. My body was shaking now, not just my boots.

That night I had dreadful nightmares. When I finally woke up at 5am, I was exhausted. My loved one drove me to the brick building on Davis Island and quickly abandoned me after he saw the people there.

“I’ll come back…later.” He called me to me as they wheeled me away.

They had me in a stretcher. They stripped me of all my clothes, jewelry, and even my glasses. I lay on the bed in a small piece of fabric draped over my cold naked quaking body. Nothing of my identity was left but my mind, and they were about to take that away too.

I was brought into a room with two others who were also on the stretchers. Men and women with oversized hats and masks on stood around with big needles and sharpened scalps.

I was seriously reconsidering, but they had me there in their lair. I couldn’t escape! I was caught!!! They even had my glasses. People came to me and asked me if my birth date was 3-15. I nodded. I asked to be let go. They said that it was too late. I had signed.

When I tried to get up they shoved a huge needle into my hand and almost immediately I began to relax. My breathing slowed. My heart rate became normal, I know because they had me hooked up to a monitor, which beeped every time my heart beat.

They wheeled me somewhere else. They put a mask over my face, but right before they held it down they asked me if my birth date was 3-15. I nodded and passed out.

Then I was waking up. A woman was taking the needle out of my arm. “You’ll have a sore throat.” Then they put me in a room, and I saw my loved one. He gave me my clothes, so I went in the bathroom and got dressed. He gave me my glasses when I came out. He left and another man came and put me in a wheel chair. He wheeled me to the street where my Loved one meet me and picked me up.

I had survived. I am glad I did it.