【30Days ‧ Random question practice every day】#Day2 ‧ Sex

nothing.

I was sitting in a rudimentary long corridor, the long wooden chairs below creaked, the dark green walls were moldy black, the faint chandeliers swayed casually overhead, the white light was optional Hit yourself.

nothing.

The metal door next to the wooden chair suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman in a white nurse uniform leaned out of the door, her mouth under the mask called out a name, and the girl who was sitting across from me stood up and spoke to the nurse. go. The two exchanged a few words in a low voice, the nurse turned to let the girl into the room, and the girl disappeared behind the door.

The metal door slammed shut.

It was shut down in the room along with all the machine sounds inside.

Time seemed to return to the old wooden chairs, moldy walls, and flickering lights before Sister Nurse appeared.

The silent space is like an isolated time and space, with the suffocation of only me, trying to strangle me here.

Crying began to come from the door, I know, because of the pain.

People who come to such places are generally people who have no money. The cheapness of money means that there are no regular medical staff, no qualified medical machines, or even anesthesia that normal hospitals have.

Of course, compared to us who are not accompanied by family members and come alone, this kind of underground hospital with nothing seems to fit us very well.

The cries inside gradually became shrill, and the owner of the cries was obviously suffering great pain.

This kind of pain, is it because of the pain of separation of flesh and blood, or is it from the guilt of the heart?

I couldn't help shivering, and my head seemed to realize what I was about to face.

My body trembled again, and fear rushed to every corner of my body instantly. I hugged myself hard, as if the emotion of fear would be suppressed by the strength of my arm.

It was as if the man was pinching and pressing me to the ground.

I was too scared to remember the man's face, but the traces he left on me, every touch and every feeling, I also remember.

Such as those dark streaks on the arms, such as lacerations on the lower body, such as something in the stomach.

I do not want.

He hugged himself with all his strength, and shrunk on the wooden chair, trying to dilute his existence.

I do not want.

I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want.

What finally interrupted me was a knock on the door.

The girl walked out staggeringly, and the nurse sister who followed her turned a blind eye, stood in the position just now, and called out a name again.

I stood up in response.

I don't know how long I've been in this space because when I try to let go of myself, the muscles in my body protest to me.

nothing.

I tried my best to hide my footsteps and told myself not to care about the girl who passed by me and walked in front of my sister nurse.

The door closed slowly behind me.

nothing.

It was just a mistake after a love affair.

nothing.