Exit Exam
Exit Exam: Just Relax
“Come and sit on the table” the doctor commanded me.
I got up off the chair and felt the cold from the ground on my bare feet tingling up into the rest of my body. I was in a blue spotted hospital gown that smelled sterile and felt stiff against my weak body. I stepped up on top of the bed and laid on the crunchy sheet of paper that covered the chilled mattress.
“Now I have to run some tests before we let you go. We just need to make sure you are healthy” the doctor told me.
“Do whatever you need to do doc, I just want to get out of here.” I replied My name is Zander Sanica and I am now 27 years old. I grew up poor, abused, and abandoned in a foster home. Not just one foster home, but nine of them. Each day I played an insignificant role in the cycle of life. I was never wanted. Not by a single person. The only time I ever was, was when people wanted to hurt me. I admit I was an easy target: broken and destroyed, but overall, unfixable. My life was and still is till this day just another sad story rich, happy and loved people talk about and pretend to feel sympathetic for while doing nothing to stop it. Never having a Mother or a Father was shameful, but never having a friend, that wrecked me. I believe people live for love. No matter race, gender, personality, or religion, in the end, everyone needs a friend who can love them. That, I never had. Rejected and detested by what felt like the whole human race, I never knew what love was. “Say ‘ahhh’” said the doctor opening his mouth wide and making a deep “ahhh” sound. “Ahhh” I began as the doctor started to look into my mouth. “Looks good”
I couldn't help but let out a smile. After a year of being accused for the murder of 6 month pregnant, 24 year old, Angela Carmen, and her baby, today is the day I rightfully leave prison. The doctor continued with the examination looking in my ears and eyes, feeling my glands, and asking me some questions.
“Come and sit on the table” the doctor commanded me.
I got up off the chair and felt the cold from the ground on my bare feet tingling up into the rest of my body. I was in a blue spotted hospital gown that smelled sterile and felt stiff against my weak body. I stepped up on top of the bed and laid on the crunchy sheet of paper that covered the chilled mattress.
“Now I have to run some tests before we let you go. We just need to make sure you are healthy” the doctor told me.
“Do whatever you need to do doc, I just want to get out of here.” I replied My name is Zander Sanica and I am now 27 years old. I grew up poor, abused, and abandoned in a foster home. Not just one foster home, but nine of them. Each day I played an insignificant role in the cycle of life. I was never wanted. Not by a single person. The only time I ever was, was when people wanted to hurt me. I admit I was an easy target: broken and destroyed, but overall, unfixable. My life was and still is till this day just another sad story rich, happy and loved people talk about and pretend to feel sympathetic for while doing nothing to stop it. Never having a Mother or a Father was shameful, but never having a friend, that wrecked me. I believe people live for love. No matter race, gender, personality, or religion, in the end, everyone needs a friend who can love them. That, I never had. Rejected and detested by what felt like the whole human race, I never knew what love was. “Say ‘ahhh’” said the doctor opening his mouth wide and making a deep “ahhh” sound. “Ahhh” I began as the doctor started to look into my mouth. “Looks good”
I couldn't help but let out a smile. After a year of being accused for the murder of 6 month pregnant, 24 year old, Angela Carmen, and her baby, today is the day I rightfully leave prison. The doctor continued with the examination looking in my ears and eyes, feeling my glands, and asking me some questions.