Not Good Enough For Jamie

“Hmm,” he uttered as he looked at the photo and then at Jamie back and forth several times. “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said and explained what he would do.

The day came, and Jamie was prepared for surgery. She met the anesthesiologist and initial sedation was administered. Before she was taken to the operating room, Alan Ford entered her room. “I’m Dr. Ford. I’m filling in for Dr. Wilson. He was called away. Apparently, his son committed suicide. From what I heard, the boy was a victim of bullying. Uh, I hope you don’t object to me taking Dr. Wilson’s place. I’m aware of your situation. I have your photograph and Dr. Wilson’s notes.”

“No, it’s okay,” she said groggily. “Uh, suicide? Ford? Your name is Ford?” she mumbled  and dozed off.

After the operation, she was returned to her room. Still unconscious, she began to dream. She was at her country club and girls filed by. “Hi, ugly, how are you today?” each one said as she walked by Jaime.

“Stop it,” she yelled and ran away to a big room. In the middle of the room was a boy wearing  torn, dirty clothes. There was no skin on his hands, and worms crawled out of holes in his rotted face.

Jamie tried to run, but she couldn’t. The boy pointed his boney finger at her. “You and your friends picked on me. You called me names, and I couldn’t stand it, so I took drugs and died. Do you remember me,  I’m  Kerry Ford. You made  me kill myself.”





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