( Picture of myself After The Incident)
( Don't Ask About Who Took My Picture, I Won't Tell )
I was just you're regular chicken, bred to be killed then fed to you, the person reading this. I never saw the sun or the stars of the night, I was just trapped in a building. I don't know where I was...just, I knew I couldn't escape. I didn't want to be like the others, I don't want to eat food, sleep, and wait for my death. I wanted to live. I wanted to LIVE. I wanted to escape this place, I wanted to feel the thing called grass. I wanted to feel the sun against my feathers. I wanted wind to ruffle my feathers. I wanted to eat a bug, possibly a caterpillar. I wanted to go outside. I wanted to be free
