The Bar, Part Three

The morning comes quickly
Seems minutes ago I closed my eyes
As I get up I can't help noticing
The pillow's still wet from where I cried.

I sit alone at the dining table
My face is just a blank mask
Suddenly there's a knock on the door
I can't help but let out a gasp.

Even though the knock is quiet
Every noise seems impossibly loud
Is that monster thinking about
What he did to me-Is he proud?

The police lead me to the car
And soon we arrive at the clinic
I feel my heart speed up as we approach
How I wish this was all a mimic.

I step slowly inside
I smell freshly poured bleach
I can't help but start to panic
Sanity is out of my reach.

The nurses try o put me at ease
As I go under examination
But I'm a nervous wreck
How is this my world's foundation?

After what seems like an eternity
I'm finally free to go
I can\t have my results yet
I have to wait a week or so.

ONE WEEK LATER

I'm up early out of bed
Thoughts running through my mind
I have absolutely no idea
What this day is going to find.

I head towards the clinic
Walking really slow
What will happen if I have an STI?
Will everyone think I'm a wh0re?

I take a deep breath
An force myself through the door
My whole body is trembling
I feel like I'm about to blow.

Sometime later I walk out
With a smile upon my face
I no longer have to panic
My heart no longer has to race.

I've been given the all clear
I can try and bring back my life
Happy tears pour down my face
Am I really headed out of strife?

THREE WEEKS LATER

I'm standing in the bathroom
Tears running down my cheeks
How long ago did I think the trouble was ending?
Is it really only two weeks?

I stare at the object in my hand
I guess that pill was defective
Because the test in my hand
Is showing up...as positive.

**I'm Not Happy With This, I'll Probably Be Editing It Soon.
I Know The Last Stanza Doesn't Rhyme, It Isn't Supposed To**