The Torment of a Lifetime - Original Writing

The Torment of a Lifetime - Original Writing

The dining room door was left ajar; he could smell all the different

aromas spilling through. He wasn't hungry, he settled for a cup of

coffee. The coffee awoke his taste buds and realised that he could eat

a breakfast. Unexpectedly he heard his name being called out over the

tannoy, to go to the medical wing without delay. He thought it was

just another routine medical examination, which all other staff dread.

He stood before the door. He let out a loud sigh entered the room and

marched his way to the grubby desk and announced himself. He was asked

to sit down and wait for someone to call his name to proceed with his

examination. The chairs were all stained and torn; they were in need

of urgent replacement. His attention was fixated on a magazine about

the Ancient Romans; he picked it up and began to read it.

The noise suddenly ceased, leaving the tick-tocking of the clock not

difficult to hear. He nervously waited, as he knew what was about to

come. He began to hear faint footsteps gradually getting louder and

closer being stomped in a rhythmic, ridiculed taunt. He felt like he

was being harassed. This reminded him of a part in Jurassic Park. His

eyes widened, a million and one thoughts running through his head. He

knows what happens next. He has to get out.

Within seconds the door that had a placard saying 'Medical Staff Only'

burst open ricocheting off the adjacent wall. He flew back his chair

in anticipation of what was about to happen, out emerged six

examiners, accompanied by clipboards that were placed officiously

against their chest. His nerves are at rock bottom, ticking away with

each tick of the clock.

The door slammed shut as he stumbled back through. Once strength and

power surged throughout his veins, his body was completely drained,

like air sucked out from a balloon. His body has encountered the

extreme in the past but nothing to the torturing treatment that he had