It's Not Yours

Hello all. My name is Kellan. I used to be a person who donated blood, until a nightmare struck me before donating blood.

It was a hot night, I tossed and turned all night. I saw me in a bed with a tube wrapped around my arm. As I was about to give the pint before my nurse turned to me an said, "This blood isn't yours sweetheart."

At this point in my dream, I questioned the nurses integrity. I pricked myself with a safety pin that was on my bag and a infant boy started to bleed out.

I then realized what I was. I was a human voodoo doll. I mean it was destiny, earlier the boys mom said that I was a spitting image of her son. All the while I became skeptical while the nurse said "it's not yours!!" the little kid died in his mothers arms all because I pricked my finger.

It has been a year since that night and I still haven't given blood.

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