A nurse brings you to a new cold room. You are stoic as she injects something into your arm. Then a woman comes in and shakes your hand, introducing herself as someone with a Dr. in front of her name. That’s when you’re entire body starts to shake, and you can’t keep back the tears.

She starts the whole process with a slew of cold instruments, poking, prodding, feeling, and then, with no warning, with no chances to retreat, she sucks the life out of you.

This is the point of no return. It’s the moment that will stick with you for the rest of your life. You will remember every mark on the tiles. You will remember the perfume the nurse wore. You will feel the tears sliding back into your ears as you’re begging them to stop.

You will sit in a recovery room, and study all the girls that went before you. You will hate them for their stoic faces and blasé attitudes. They want to go home and get on with their lives. And you don’t understand why you don’t want to live yours anymore.