by hlsmith » Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:08 pm
Jasey was scared. She leaned her head up against the side of her cage and slumped down to the floor. She felt like she should have died right then and there. She was cold and clammy, yet sweating like she had just broken a fever. Her arms were sore from the injection they had given her to calm her so that they could shove her into this place. How, and more importantly why was she here? It was dark and she could barely see around the room. The air felt thick and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She soon saw another girl in a different cage. Jasey could barely make her out by looking through the small window of the air tight cages, the only way for fresh air to enter. She was starving and felt weak. She hated it here. Again why? Why her? The doctors soon came in and walked towards her with a needle in their hands. Jasey's heart began to beat faster. They opened her cage and grabbed her arm, dragging her out and onto the cold floor.
"Identify the specimen." One masked man said coldly.
"Jasey Raymond. Age, 14. Race, caucasian. Gender, Female." Another man said. He was the one holding her to the floor. A third man stood aside, taking notes. The first man, the one with the needle strapped a band onto her head. Wires hung from it. The three men worked together to lift her onto a steel table. The first man plugged the band's wires into a computer. Instantly a horribly fast beeping began. She realized that was her heart beat. Brain activity was being monitored in the lower screen and reperasion rates were also being monatored. The first doctor grabbed Jasey's arm as the other docter held her down. The third doctor was watching. Jasey was a science experement, no longer human. The first doctor looked up.
"Vital signs?"
"Very high, sir. We should see an increase in adrenaline soon and this will cause them to raise even higher. The potential is deadly." Jasey became even more scared. Was she being murdered?
"I see, Let her calm down before continuing." The first doctor said as he let go of her arm. His gloved hand moved away and brushed her cheek, an attemt at calming her down.
"W-w-why? why a-am I-I h-here? W-what are you d-doing to m-me?" Jasey's voice was shaking and she began to cry. The doctors wouldn't answer. She thought she might as well calm down. Not remaining calm could kill her. She relaxed remembering what her mom looked like, her brother, outside, what her best friend's Kayla and Adam's touches felt like. Soon she heard the doctors speaking again.
"Resume." The first one said. The second doctor's cold hands wrapped around her arms. He bent down low, so that his lips were next to her ear.
"You're going to be okay. I promise." He said. Jasey looked up at his masked face. She suddenly felt pain in her arm. It lasted a while after she turned her head to see a needle being pulled out of her arm. She suddenly felt different. The third doctor was quickly jotting down notes an her vital signs, her reaction, ect. The other two doctors grabbed her by the arms and shoved her into he cage. They shut the door and locked it. Jasey's emotions raged. She was extremly angry. She threw herself again the hard metal walls and screamed. She felt something warm running down her face and realised that she was crying as well. She reached out of the little window and grabbed the third doctor's coat. He screamed and dropped his notes. The first doctor quickly ripped her hand off of him. Jasey kept throwing herslef against the walls. She soon gave up and dropped to her knees. She cryed loudly. She didn't know what was going on, but it felt like every emotion she felt was to the extreme. She soon started shaking in sadness, fear and anger. She couldn't stop crying. Her anger caused her to scratch her arms until they bled. She couldn't stop shaking. She lay down, trying to sleep. Crying, bleeding, shaking, wishing, hoping, praying that she would get out.
BOYS ARE WAFFLES,
GIRLS ARE SPAGETTI So boycott love So put your hands in the air
Detox just to retoxAnd don't make a sound
And I promise you anythingBut don't get the wrong idea
For another shot at lifeWe're gonna shoot you
Perfect boys with their We're gonna shoot you!
Perfect livesNobody wants to here you sing about tradgedy.Fall Out Boy
Like a Ross
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Crybaby(c) Pete Wentz, Fall Out Boy, and Fall Out Toy Works.