Phoenix

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My heart pounded in my chest. The whitecoats put me back on the treadmill. I hated it, why must they test me more? I'm just a kid! Then again, they took Angel when she was 6. I was let off the treadmill. They fed me more mushy stuff and water. They shoved me into my crate again. Great.

A lady walked in. She came over to my cage.
"Hello subject 7. How are you today?"
"I've been better, what about you?"
She opened my crate.
"I'm good. Now come along with me,
dearie. We're going to operate."
"What?! Are you FUCKING CRAZY?!"
"Yes."
"What the Hell?"
"Come now dearie."
"No."
"What did you say to me?"
"I said NO, you old HAG!"
"Ooh, feisty, I like the feisty ones."
She grabbed my hand.
"Get your warty paws off me witch!"
She wagged a bony finger at me.
"No, no, no. Come."
"In your dreams!"
"Hmm." She talked into her shoulder.
"Bring in back up, subject 7."
"Bringing back up." A voice said.
"Well, sit tight, dearie."
"Nah. I don't wanna. My cage is still open."
I dove out of my cage just as the lady slammed shut the cage. But my wing was stuck. I pulled and it came out leaving me in agony. But I still ran.
"Bye bitch!" I say as I run out the door. Sirens blare and I hear the little old lady screaming after me.
"GET BACK HERE LITTLE GIRL!"
"MMM, NO!" I scream.
I'm running so fast I feel like I'm hovering above the ground. I dive towards the door out.

Freedom.

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