Preface:
Created by a self-centered scientist, (who, by the way, was completely dumb) is like having no mom, no dad, and really, no one to talk to. It gets quite lonely here by myself. Not being able to leave my little glass tube, about 5 feet around and 15 feet tall, having to stand all day, it drives me bananas! How do I eat you ask? There is this little shower head above me, (which is the size of an I-pod's earphone) shoots about a cup of warm blood.
I have never seen another kind, like myself, except for the crazy doctor or scientist or WHATEVER HE IS! My guesses are they look pale and boney, if they are treated like I am. I want to live, not just be an experiment. I can barely breathe, and from my little glass tube, the man who created me put me in, I'm guessing that there are wide open areas with birds and crocodiles that are nice. (The ones in the lab are quite mean.) I love to sing though. I would rather waste my last breath on singing then being tested. (Thing is, I can hold my breath for more than an hour.)
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly,
I'll do what it takes, 'till I touch the sky,
Hmmm, hmmm, hmm, mmmm!
Break—a- way—ayyy! By: Kelly Clarkson
I try to get the tune to my mouth, but I fail. No words have ever gotten out of my mouth. ◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊◊
My head aches and my mouth stings. For the first time since I was created, I have been standing. Now, I am lying down on cold metal. It feels terrific on my back. I soon realize, I have clothes, and I don't like it. My whole life, I have had no clothes for they took up more room in my tube and it felt more comfortable on my feet. I put my hand to my head, and got up. Around me, lies about 30-40 candles that are lit and burning quickly. I start to feel uncomfortable and feel light headed. I stand up and feel my legs shake under me. I quickly fall and hit my temple.
The last thing I heard, before I blacked out was my creator yelling cuss words and a young man's voice whisper in my ear, "You will be perfectly fine and I will save you Sandie."***************************
I woke up, hearing my name being said and sobbing. There was a big book of papers, mounted on the desk by me. I saw needles and scissors on a metal tray, and a young woman sobbing my name. The woman quickly looked at me, and smiled.
"Oh, Sandie! My dear! Are you alright sugarplum?" the woman said in a country accent.
"Who are you? Get the heck away from me!" was the first thing that blurted out of my mouth. My voice sounded angry and not inviting.
The woman looked stunned. She slowly walked toward me saying, "My, darlin', you have grown much haven't you?" she changed from a country accent to a British tone. I was frightened very much. I got up and I tried to back away, but my brain never sent a message to my legs. The woman didn't move. I looked deeper into her eyes and found, not only that she wasn't a woman, but she was a very dangerous robot. With my terrific eye-sight, I saw she had bombs, guns, and other explosives hidden inside of her. My instinct spoke for me: I hissed. For the first time in 14 years, I know why I am constantly locked up. My thoughts, well, I think I am a vampire. I start backing up and book it the other way.