Billy – age 12

“You must be quiet otherwise the needles will only prod harder.” The doctor said to the young boy. The boy, Billy, felt the cold of the doctor’s table, but that was nothing compared to the torture of the piercing needles that scraped against his bone. It was just supposed to be a medical check up, but this doctor was not a good doctor. 

Billy’s mother cared for him out of a motherly duty, but that was as about as her love went. Any money she made almost immediately went to her own personal happiness. She would go out every Friday and not return until Sunday morning and sleep all day to make up for the two days of partying that she endured. Billy loves her more than she knew but she would never return his love. 

Because his mother spent all her money on herself, Billy had to endure the low budget doctors. The doctors’ that may have had other goals in mind. Billy was born with various congenital birth malformations. Though he had never known his body without the bumps and bulbous parts he was told that such things were just odd and Billy’s current doctor enjoyed trying to figure out what caused the malformations. He honestly didn’t believe that Billy had them at birth or just chose to torture the poor boy for no other reason than pure pleasure.

“Dang it boy! Hold still!” The doctor said as he signaled to his nurse. The nurse restrained Billy with a force that could have choked a cow. 

The nurse wasn’t a cute and skinny girl, like what one might see in the movies. He was a burly man that seemed to make a bulldozer his idol. He strapped Billy down to the operating table so that the doctor could perform his twisted experiments. 

Billy tried to struggle, but his boy body was just not up to the task to deny them to do whatever they wanted. He had to succumb to their wishes and his screams could be heard from miles around.