This is the very disturbing story of an unnamed girl (well refer to her as Julia in this story) and her plans to "one-up" her innocent, peaceful and very naive brother (well refer to him as Jeremiah Johnson just to keep it easy).
Jeremiah, being a simple and unsuspecting sort of man, went to his doctor seeking and expecting nothing more than a routine physical exam. This was nothing new to Jeremiah, he had been here before and erroneously thought he had nothing to fear. No doubt at the same moment that Jeremiah was sitting peacefully in the waiting room, trying to calm his soul for the upcoming appointment; Julia was in a dark back hallway conspiring with the unknowing doctor to practice her malcontent and her warmongering.
As the nurse led Jeremiah to the room that would be his demise, there was a brief moment where he passed Julia in the hall and their eyes met. This moment had happened before and had almost always led to a courteous and mutually beneficially peaceful exchange of pleasantries. This time however, something was different. Jeremiah couldn't quite put his finger on it; there was just something in the way she was smiling, something in the look in here eyes as if she had made a deal with the devil himself! The brief interaction left Jeremiah with shivers going up and down his spine and was the first moment when he knew that something was desperately out of place.
Once inside the nefarious room of pain and suffering (the doctors waiting room), Jeremiah waited, wondering if the butterflies in his stomach could in fact somehow escape, as they were trying so desperately to do. As the moment of truth came and the doctor entered the room, Jeremiahs fears were assuaged by his kind face and overwhelming truth-telling manner. There was no need to be nervous or to lose heart, this man would obviously do right and fulfill his obligation as a healer and as one to bring hope, not despair.
The first few minutes of the physical were quite routine and it just seemed like "business as usual" for both Jeremiah and the doctor. Quite suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed and the friendly bedside manner of the doctor seemed to vanish. Where only moments before the doctor had employed the most note-worthy bedside manner and exceptional kindness, now there was a harsh and commanding presence that seemed very out of place. Gone was the small talk and idle chit chat of moments ago, harshly replaced with the sound of a latex glove being thrust onto a hand. No more was the smile and caring demeanor, instead only a squirt of jelly lubricant and a none-to-gentle order to, "drop your drawers!"
In that moment, Jeremiahs very soul was crushed almost to the point of death. His gentle and innocent spirit, stomped on in the most atrociously villainous way imaginable. His body preparing for the ultimate violation, Jeremiah did the only thing he could do; he prayed to God and begged the doctor for mercy. It was obvious that there was an internal battle waging in the doctor whether to honor the dark-treaty he had signed (possibly in his own blood) earlier with the treacherous Julia, or to have mercy on the poor, innocent Jeremiah.
The doctor took a step forward and with every millimeter of movement, Jeremiah clinched his resolve tighter and tighter that he would overcome this obstacle to his faith in humanity. At the last moment before major repentance was necessary from the doctor, he stopped and with a sigh admitted to the villainous plot against the virtuous and blameless Jeremiah. As the truth was revealed, Jeremiah did what was in his heart and forgave the conniving Julia; knowing that deep down this was probably just a cry for attention.
And to this day.....he just kind of walks a little different....
