A story with no plot or plan, just coming up with it as I go along. Read at your own risk. May (by 'may' I mean most certainly will) Contain: bad grammar, lack of punctuation, plot holes, mistakes, movie/song references that nobody will get (ie- God Jennifer, why you have to be so taciturn) and so much more that will make this unworthy of being read. ************ Slowly but surely I am consumed by rage, filling up my insides and making my head spin. I think of the family they took me away from, the family I've begun to forget, I think of the time I spent in this cell, and I burn with hatred. I think of how they've treated me like an animal and how I'm not the only one. I think and I think and I know. I'm ready to leave, and I won't be alone.