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Today's my second day isolated from the others. You see, I'm stuck in a cage. A very small cage. I figured it was about 1 feet high, 2 feet wide, and nearly 3 feet long. I'm almost 5 and-a-half feet tall. I can't feel my legs, or anything. And the numbing IV's don't help either. I was stuck in this lab and used as an experiment nearly daily. Now that I've been isolated, the scientists, or whitecoats as us 'experiments' call them, have run less tests and experiments on me. Many of them were running tests, and if I didn't run fast enough, they would shock me. I have many bruises on my feet and arms to prove it, too.
I had one friend out of all the kids at this lab. Well, the only one that would talk to me. She told me when she was 6 years old, she got lost, and was taken by a creepy old guy. He took her here, where she said they did different experiments, tests, and even gave her weird drugs. She said she felt really weird, and days later, she told me she changed. She said she looked horrible, and wanted to die.
At that time, my cage didn't have bars. It didn't have a view at all. You could say it was more like a box. There were several tiny holes, but just for my IV's to go through. I hated the IV's the most. Usually I had 2 or 3 just for numbing and painkillers. Some others were used for nutrients. I've never seen anything out of those holes. I've never seen my friend, or any other kid here. Except I usually saw the whitecoats whenever they did tests and experiments on me, but that was it. I barely even knew what I looked like.
I once heard some of the whitecoats talk together. I could only pick up a few words, even though they were in a different room. I heard the word 'isolation', 'special', and 'more IV's' quite often. Then I heard them talk about 'isolation' more, and more. The day before I was isolated, I found out my friend died. I called for her, and she didn't answer. Occasionally I picked up the words 'expired' or 'gone' from the whitecoats or close kids.
Two days ago, my box-cage was rudely picked up and thrown on this table in this room. I was transferred into a different cage, the one I'm still in now. It had actual bars, but it was approximately the same size, if not smaller. I could only stare at the room that I would be in for who knows how long.
Everything was white. The walls, the tables, the counters, everything. I couldn't see any windows, which made the room look a little darker, even with the lights on. This room was so boring, so bland. Would it kill to have a single painting on the wall, or something? I mean, it makes the White House look almost gray. Not like I've ever been to the White House, I've never been outside this place, and I probably never will.
Just as I was about to nod off, the door opened. My eyes shot open, but it was only a whitecoat. He too, was also dressed in all white. So boring! Someone should send him on a shopping spree for Pete's sake! This place needs color! Ok, I think I'm done with my little outburst now. He ended up giving me another IV in my arm. I watched him with narrowed eyes until he walked out the door. I sighed, and moments later I was asleep.
Sometime later I was woken up by a tapping sound on my cage. I drowsily looked up into the faces of two whitecoats. I looked down and noticed a small plate of food. Food! I was starved, as a result of not being fed the past few days. My cage door was opened, and before I was able to scarf down the two measly pieces of bread, I was grabbed by the old, balding whitecoat. I couldn't help but whine in annoyance that I couldn't eat. I was told I was going to have to take some experimental intellectual test. All I know, is that once I finish this brain test, I get those two pieces of bread. Yum.
I tried to resist the urge to scream and bite and harm the evil whitecoats that were sticking electrodes all on my scalp. I was put in a separate room in front of a whiteboard. Markers and directions were given to me, but I ignored the directions. The balding whitecoat calmly walked up to the board and wrote a long, complex problem. I looked at the problem, then the markers, then at the problem again. I've never seen anything like that in my eleven- year-old life.
I slowly picked up the marker, raised up to the board, and wrote. I didn't know what I was writing, but it felt like my marker was solving it for me. I stepped back, and looked at what I wrote. My eyes widened, as all I wrote looked like gibberish in an unknown ancient language. I had never received any education, I was never taught anything, and yet I solved a long, complex equation. I looked back at the whitecoats, and they softly applauded me.
I did more equations, each one more difficult than the other. If I didn't answer, or if the answer I wrote was wrong, I was shocked. After being shocked for the third time on a near-impossible equation, the electrodes were taken off and I was taken back to my cage. Before I crawled inside, I devoured the pieces of bread and gulped down the cup of water I was given. As I swallowed the last drop of water, I wonderedif there would be any more complete weirdness like that.
