I remember the pain now. The injection peircing, torturing me in my left leg. They wanted research from me. Research I wasn't willing to give. Not in these conditions. Not like this. I tried to run. I skwirmed from their needle, their pain. I tried anyway I could but it didn't work. It only caused me more pain. (Electric) shocks were sent up my body indicating that they wanted my mind to calm and be still. But I couldn't stop now: I didn't. All this pain, I didn't want to give them what they so badly needed. So I faught. I faught and lost. I can remember the pain now. I can recall the bullet. I can recall the gun. I can recall the blood.
We have no power over them.
*Hey guys! So we're doing about animal cruelty in my Ethics class and we had to read a news article and highlight benifits/consequences/bad points... Although animal testing does help research into human disease progress there are loads of bad points included in it, most importantly of course is that it hurts animals. This subject really inspired my to write these two short stories, from an animal's point of view. It's first person so that you know just what it's like. I decided not to go into much detail and I'm sure they're not very good but I hope you get the general idea...Stop animal cruelty.
I hope to get as many votes as I can in order to help support campains to prevent animal cruelty. Please help by voting and comment any ideas you have of how we can widen the help :)
Thank you! x
Before I was happy. I was free. Now I'm like the others: trapped. We don't know how long it's been: we can't sleep. My hunger takes over long before I can even think about dazing off into a dream. And the constant worry, haunting me, the worry of being next. Being chosen. No-one likes pain. But this is barely pain. This is practically death! The only difference is that you're alive by the end of it. Barely breathing, but alive. Your body is aching and your skin sore. They take you somewhere else afterwards. We're not sure where. Once they've gone they don't come back, ever. Some say it's a big pit where they put all the rotting bodies after they've finished with you. Some say it's a place to heal and be happy. I don't believe in either. But I believe we get set free. At least, I hope we do. Belief is an extinct feeling here. All you feel is hurt.
We do this for the humans, through no choice of our own. I dont know why. I think they need us for something. They need our help. But for us to help we have to go through pain? It's torture. We can't help, even if we wanted to. What these people don't understand is that we don't have the information they need. But they keep trying. And the tests never stop.
