Who am I?
She is watching me again. She stares with those big black eyes and watches me for what seems like hours. Suddenly, I see her pull out my best friend, and start to torture him once again. I hear him screaming, and I am brought back to that horrible day of my arrival.
It all started with the pain. My every part was burning with undesired pain, and agony. Then it was all over. I was wrapped in this whitey-soft material, and packed away in a strange cubic box. I seemed like years had passed, until finally I could feel the mishandling of horrible, old human hands. It was a miracle! The light had come again! It shone upon me with such glory and forgiveness!
"Oh yes," I said to myself. That was the day the staring began. Bursting back into tears, I still heard the horrible screams of my miniature friend being tortured. "NO!" I flickered with all my might. Without realizing it, I had turned myself off. One of my breakers had blown right out of the wall! The old lady swore to herself, and started over to my right side. "Ha ha ha!" Little did she know that the staring was about to come to an end, here and now!
Waiting for just the right moment, I watched as her hand grasped my circular tail, and tried to push it back into the wall. Now! I flickered. The old lady was wiggling around like a snake, and she screamed in short bursts as the final stages of her life passed through my very own circuits.
Soaking up all the extra electricity, I turned myself back on. Now, I wouldn't have to turn my circuits for her, and wouldn't have to hear the horrible screaming of my rectangular friend. Thinking over this all, I resumed screaming, crying, and laughing for the empty lazy boy in front of me.