I just had a burst of emotion so I'm gonna broadcast this to all of my followers. This is kinda a gist of what my writing is like
Laika - The Space Dog
Imagine this-
You are an orphan dog picked up off the street and you are finally being fed, however, the scary people come everyday and put you in the same scary space simulation machines and every freaking time... you think that you are going to die, you get so scared...until someone pulls you out. You die every day like this, from fear.
Then one day when you are blasted, the air pressure drops, you feel dizzy. The cabin is heating up. You are just floating around and are scared. There isn't enough food. You don't have an appetite. You just want to go back.
Then the air supply suddenly stops. Moreover, due to this the cabin starts heating up and you are just continuously lifting your paws, and whimpering bcos it's hurting you and YOU CAN'T even Breathe! You bark, hoping for someone to come save you. You have a torturous death from painful 3rd-degree burns, suffocation and malnutrition. You just...die.
And ppl don't even pity you. They call you a hero...a great sacrifice. But you never agreed to this. No, you didn't want to be a hero. You just wanted to live your life. A discovery for them was your whole entire life.
Your last moments of anguish, of pure pain and suffering are recorded in a microphone. They can make anyone cry.
May the people who did this to you rot in hell for their actions.