Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24743835-20140329223839

It would be just like any visit, to any clinic, as she didn't make protection a standard for each and every customer. She knew that she should feel nervous, like she had at age 14, when she first had the procedure done. But, at that young of age, when she had lost her innocence, she had no idea what would take place, or the numbness that would overtake, over time. The woman, at the young age of 23, nearly 10 years since her first day of street walking, this woman was ready, ready to get rid of the impure thing in her womb, the seed of a john, by any means possible, including going to a sketchy street corner "Women's Clinic". She had no idea that this would be her last visit, and her last day of her short lived life. Her dead, sunken-in, eyes studied her long, coke nails. She was growing impatient, risisting the urge to snort, to take a hit of that horse. She just wanted to get it over with. Finally, a young mexican woman, no older than 18, called, well smacking some pink bubblegum, for the woman to follow her. "Doctor's in the back" came the nasaly voice of the girl. The woman was overtaken by a sudden chill, growing nervous, with an almost anticipation.

Walking in, the woman was hit with the smell of pure rot, the metallic scent of blood. She saw bottles laying everywhere, filled with attrocities. Gorey sites beheld, the little bodies, varying ages and states of decomposition. The equipment was disgusting, the chair was covered with unnamed stains. The woman was very wary, almost ready to run out, but she had already paid her fee in advance, and knew that she couldn't waste money, or carry this child, no doubt. That, as every good hooker knew, was bad for business, unless if it was some sick man who had a thing for pregnant woman, as there probably were some out there. "T-take a seat." Said a raspy man's voice. The "doctor" smellt of stale urine, strong alcohol, and other disgusting impurities.

The "Doctor" was a very strange looking man, the subject of an alcoholic, with a big red nose, and thinning hair, and a thin rat mustache. He walked with a slouch, and one foot was turned in. He had beady eyes, and was the true definition of a rat. 