I wake up. Another day alone. 101 days, 101 nights. At least I have by now discovered that they are sneaking drugs into our food to make us tired and drowsy. I only eat a few bites of food every now and then. Any more is dangerous. They barely give us any food to begin with. Today is another testing day. Fun. :( They do horrible things to us to make us use our powers. It horrible, and most of it leaves us aching, and bleeding by the end. So far I haven't had to use mine, but today might be my breaking point. Lindsey cracks every time. I feel bad for her. She's too young, too new. Even though we are both 13, Lindsey just got here a couple of weeks ago. She's like me when I got here. I have to force feed her, and give her support. Only there was nobody here to do that for me, and I nearly starved myself until I realized they wouldn't let me die that easily. It was terrible watching her not get any sleep, but they started over drugging her food. Wouldn't feed her it if I didn't already know she wouldn't survive if I didn't give it to her. I make her eat most of it now, if not all. I don't understand it, though. The torture they call tests, the over drugging the food, everything. Nothing makes sense. I wish I had my parents. But they hate me because of what I am, who I am. Because I was even born. I know I am adoptive, but I can tell they adopting me was not a choice for them. And now, they don't have me. They got what they wanted, and I hope they're happy even though they don't deserve it. They got what they wanted, and now I am here.
