• October 7th
    8:42am


    I don't know what happened.

    Every inch of my face is in pain. My eyes, lips, cheeks, and even ears are swollen and wrapped in bandages. It's hard to breath and the pain won't stop. They did something to me, making me feel this way. I can barely type, my hands trembling so bad. I can make out the room around me slightly but my vision is blurred. I can't stand this pain. I keep crying and I can't stop.

    Something happened the other night. Something that made the mad people in this home panic. There was screaming and constant sounds of their feet pounding against the cold hard floor. Finally, someone had found me. I was sure that it was the only reason why my captures were sounding like this. It had been only a day since I had posted up my first day's story and I was excited. I didn't imagine that help would come for me so soon but who was to complain. I wanted to get out. I needed to get out.

    Sadly, I was wrong. When my room door opened, it was not my saviors I saw, but three men with scary expressions. I instantly panicked. No, it couldn't have been happening. They were coming for me again. No one was saving me. No one had found my post. I should have known better. I should have.

    I fought, I really did; I kicked and tried to get away but they were too strong. I didn't want them to have me in their grasps. I would rather stay in this small empty room and die, instead of going with them.

    Before I knew it, I was in a completely white room with many screens and silver trays along it's walls. In the center of the room was a large metallic table with black belts hanging from the sides and corners of it. This was were they placed me. The cold hard feeling was the same as before. It had been this very table where they had strapped me in before and they were going to do it again. Several hands held me down again, strapping me in. The hands from before were those of these men.

    For some odd reason, it took me a moment to realize that these were my captures. The sick people who were playing with me are these guys.

    All of them wore the same clothing; white pants, a lab coat, and black shoes. It wasn't long till they wore masks over their nose and mouth as well. I, honestly, didn't know why I hadn't realized it then. These people were doctors; the terms they used were medical terms, the screens against the walls were monitors for different things for the body, and the tray tables were full of tools. I was some kind of experiment. They would use all these things on me and create what it is they want. I was a guinea pig.

    The last thing I remember about that day was a mask being placed over my nose and mouth. I was told to breathe it in and I did.

    It was only moments ago did I wake up. Looking at date on this computer, I was out for at least another day. Whatever I pulled into my lungs had knocked me out. If only i knew what they had done to me. Because then, I would be ready for what was coming. Whenever I try to think of what they may have done, a shiver crawls up my spine.

    I'm tired of being afraid, of jumping to every sound, and to crying in fear and pain. No one deserves this. I pray to god to save me. I ask him to at least send someone to help me.

    These people had already started their work on me. Please, don't let them continue. I'm sorry if I had done something wrong to have put me in this situation.

    I'm sorry, just get me out.


    Signed,

    Gabby Winters