Tormented For Life
...were both being checked up my father seemed to have to do different exams. I believed back then it was because he was special, being in the military and all. He had to do those special tests because of what he did. My mother and I were getting basically all of the same exams done. On some of these exams, I could already tell what was going to be done to my body because my mother had gone ahead of me. At this point, we have all had outer body examinations. Now the doctor explained it was time for shots. I can recall the doctor explaining that both my mother and I were to receive some of the same types of shots, but having these doses at a different amount. I found that receiving these shots were rather painful. The way that these nurses just stabbed my arm and thigh had just caused an unbearable sore. It wasn’t the normal way of giving shots. At least, I didn’t think so. How fast the procedure went shocked me. It looked like someone just pressed a button down and it was over. The medicine was stuck in one area that wasn’t use to having these medicines. I could barely move without having to feel any pain. In a total of one day, I had already experienced three shots and I was getting ready for another shot. I had a gut feeling tell me to run, so I did. Right when I thought I was about to get away, a nurse snatched me up. Her grip wasn’t as tight as she thought though. I got away. Down the hall I could hear someone lightly jogging after me. I hit one corner right before the door and I ran into someone, which caused me to fall. This fall messed up my whole life because it allowed the nurse to catch up. She took me back to room & held me down. This was crazy how they were treating me! I was being mishandled! My mother and father wasn’t able to see this because they were in different room doing their own thing. I was being held down by a nurs...