Get outta here!
I sat on a chair, looking miserably at the woman in front of me. The woman was wearing a nurse's uniform and polishing her nails.
It was almost as if there were no other sound in this room apart from that.
She's the one who locked me in here with her, and now she wasn't even paying attention to me.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
"Can I go now?"
"No, you cannot."
She didn't let me get out of here and she didn't talk to me about why she kept me in here either. What was she, a tyrant?
She kept on polishing and each stroke felt like it'd take an eternity but it didn't.
Time moved slowly, and I could almost count the seconds. Why was all this taking so damn long? And was polishing nails always this much of a chore and took this much time?
Seriously!?
I just wanted all this to be over with.