When your parents leaves you at age three.
When you first start knowing the feeling of lonely and ignored. When home does not feel like home anymore.
All I was a special case. It's sad, it's a shame, it's truly a waste. They said, I think differently. They said, I looked different. They said, I wasn't normal.
You feel so alone, unknown. They're all such clones. Same hair, same clothes, and same likes and dislikes.
You end up left out. Here at the clinic, Paster Jeff Come visit me in my room and teach me the stories of the Bible. I have to stay in my room.
In the fifth floor, for seven hours a day. Not fun, not fun at all. You do nothing...
They put a chip in my brain, so I could not dream or daydream. Only by force, which it is horrid.
There's barely anything in my room other than my bed and a small window.
The window wasn't large enough to fit through. The other children discourage others, whom were foolish enough to try and squeeze their way out.
The other children who tried to escape, got a number three on the complex list. Punishment! The punishment could of meant death or a lot of blood was going to get wept.
I just know it was bad. The children had move to a new bedroom with better security.
Because of those kids, now the windows are locked. Anyway.... You probably find this quite boring, but during the daytime for six hours.
The non different scientist would give me shots of pentathlon. At night, the non different scientist would take me to the white room to watch me and take notes.
That was the scary part. I heard kids got so mad and crazy, that they lost it.
They went beyond themselfs. They were out of control, so they got the number two on the complex list. I don't want to be that.
There's a window about one foot away from my bed. Each morning, I would see hundreds of kids in rows.
Each row would consist different branches of kids. How do I know. Well... I was one of them.
The non different would put the kids in the rows to see, if they were any danger to the world.
Just to see, they put the kids in a room. Where the rooms have orange medium size detectors.
The detectors would send a bright orange light and a high pitch beep noise to detect children.
The gas shoots from the detector and the kids who's in danger would suffocate and get destroyed fast.
Others who are not in danger is safe.
The safe ones go to the clinic, like me.
Safe.....
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I Am Only Human
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