In The End: Chapter One Chapter One: Haiden My thoughts are haunting. Actually and literally haunting. Like a living nightmare. That's a bit dramatic, but after all, it's true. I don't really know how I'm supposed to feel right now, but I'm certain nothing is going to go the way I'd hoped. I sit in a waiting room painted a hideous shade of olive in the radiology wing of the biggest hospital in Seattle, waiting for someone to take me back for a PET scan. My left knee throbs, as if it was the new home for my heart. There's a #life time worth of pain stored there too, finally being released. It takes my whole being to keep from screaming in pain. Still, I keep quiet. 'These chairs suck' is all that runs through my mind. I can't hardly think about anything else, because they all transition back to the reason I was sitting in the sucky chairs. Eventually, a nurse in maroon-colored scrubs comes to the waiting room with a wheel chair. 'Please don't call my name, please don't call my name, please don't call my name,' runs through my head over and over. "Haiden Vincent." Dang. I offer up a hand. She pushes the wheel chair right up next to me and helps me up and into the chair. She has me put on a gown and then helps me up and onto the little bed hooked onto the machine. I get a good look at the nurse. She's average height; my guess is 5'7" with light brown hair twisted up into a perfect ballerina bun. I glance at her name tag. "Cailie", it reads. She leaves the room and a voice, presumably her's, comes on over the intercom. "Try and hold still Haiden." Not until then did I realize just how jittery I was. I focus hard on keeping still; breathing slowly. In and out. In and out. Before I know it, the machine begins to groan as it slowly powers out and into the open.
