Screw that last post, I came up with a story that's 10x better. Tell me in you're interested. Here's the introduction/start of the (potential) first chapter.
A room. White. Padded. Void of almost any form on entertainment.
That has been Owen's life for the past... However long he's been here for. He didn't know. It wasn't like those scientists gave him a calendar or in formed him of the date. All Owen, or as the scientists called him, #1-0014, had was a clock that he had to assume was showing the correct time.
There wasn't much to do in that lonely room Owen had been living — no, surviving — in. He had a few stuffed animals that the scientists were 'kind' enough to give him, and some moldy food that the scientists gave him. It was so boring that he'd rather be in pain than this.
But Owen didn't really have any choice. If he tried to escape, he likely wouldn't survive. Or at the very least, he'd be severely injured. He just had to wait until they were done all their tests and experiments, and he'd be able to go back to his sister.... He missed Danielle.