[ WP ] You live in a world where people can hire someone else to experience/live through an unpleasant time in their life , be it a dentist appointment or the loss of a loved one .

7 more. 4 more. 2 more. Last one. Better. I noticed I was running low on my bottle of pills I had marked `` D'', so I pulled out my planner and made a note to buy some more. Within 15 minutes, I would be feeling fine, and could go home and enjoy the weekend with my family. It was my first week on the job, and it took an enormous toll. 
 Was it worth it? Absolutely. $ 10,000 per experience which went directly to my family, and I could get through 2-3 per day before being emotionally wrecked and having to throw in the towel and pop the pills. 
 My week started with what my employer called the `` beginner'' experience. A wealthy family's dog died my company was paid to experience the pain in place of their daughter. 
 I wo n't get into too many specifics, for fear of boring you all, but essentially the person who does not want to experience something puts on a helmet, and the helmet copies all of the persons memories about the experience. Then, the employee, myself, takes the helmet and brings it into our lab, where we send in the knowledge of the event happening to the database ( in this case we added the information that that dog died ). Then, I put on the helmet, and get all of the information, including the unpleasant information. My brain must deal with the pain, and work to get over it to find data on how the memory of the event lives on. We then remove the negative information, and place the helmet back on the client, who learns about life after the experience, but not the negative experience itsself. 
 I went through many different experiences this week, ranging from flunking out of college, to losing loved ones, even as far as one mother who fell asleep driving and crashed into a telephone pole, causing her son to be paralyzed from the waist down. As I packed my things to leave the office, I got a call. I guess the receptionist decided to give me the case that came up 4 minutes before closing since I was new, but I figured why not. I went into her office, opened the package that contained the helmet, and went and sat in our cold, dark, `` experience'' room. I put the helmet on and hit the begin button on the side. 
 The knowledge I got was nothing short of a horror film. I was experiencing it through the lens of a tall slender women, who kissed a man goodbye and sat in her driveway with her two daughters waving goodbye. The faces were blurred but I could tell the girls and their mother were absolutely gorgeous. As the man went down the road, the 3 went inside where they found 2 men had just broke in through the back door, and were now sitting on the couch. `` All your money and jewelry now!'' One said more calmly than he should have. The women started backing out of the doorway with her children behind her, when suddenly a shot rang out. A third man had come from behind and shot the youngest girl in the back of the head. This was it. This was what she suffered through. I could feel my palms sweat as I continuously pinched my leg to remind myself this was not actually my life. The woman collapsed screaming, and at that moment was knocked out by the man from behind. When she opened her eyes her house was trashed and the men were on the way out. One leaned down and held took the ring off of her finger. This is when I noticed it. The ring. I had bought that ring. The house looked familiar as it should have with her memories in my head, but I soon identified it as MY HOUSE. The weight of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I ripped the helmet off and took off running through our office. By the time I reached my car, I remembered I had turned my cell phone off when I arrived at the office that day. I turned it on, and frantically got in my car. The screen of my phone lit up. 14 missed calls from 911. 4 missed calls from Hope County Memorial Hospital. 1 missed call from the Hope County Morgue.
