What scares you the most? What can bring you to tears with just a thought?
Mine is a consequence of the fact that, although I want it, I will probably never be able to afford surgery. I have for the most part accepted that, but every so often an images comes to me that plunges me into the deepest, darkest despair. Sometimes it's a nightmare, other times simply a waking thought.
The image is one of me, many years from now, lying in a hospital bed. The end is near; there's not much time left. My hair has been cut, my makeup taken away, and the doctors and nurses all are calling me "mister" and "he". I try to plead with them, but my voice is too weak to make myself understood. My eyes close, but I can still hear them talking. "What was he trying to tell us?", one of the nurses asks.
The room fades away, and is replaced with an image of my tombstone, with my male name on it. The inscription reads, "He wanted more."
Annie