I looked at her. Eyes, sharp, in terror, screaming for the men in black not to take me away. I was only nine-years old when the government had taken me to be experimented on.
The usual test weren't that bad. They would take samples of my blood now and then, and stuff me with(very) good food, until Id fall into a deep sleep.
After I was asleep, I'm pretty sure they'd pull me under a big microscope, searching for unlikely human being objects laying, roaming,projecting on me. I hate it. Now, they've kept me here in this phicility for way to long.
So long, an emerald gem had been growing on my upper right arm. I'm surprised. It didn't hurt. At all.
I didn't want to do this anymore. I wanted to find who I am inside, and it wasn't in a room filled of girly stuff.
I've been planing to escaped this girly world for seven years now.
And tonight, I doing just that.
