GABBY RIDE
MAXIMUM RIDE'S SISTER
CHAPTER 1
"One more dose of...hook er' up...don't forget the straps..." a white coat's conversation drifted inside my head. I felt a dull pinch and looked down. Another dose of who knows what. I was feeling woozy and nothing made sense. They picked me up, not even straining because of my almost non-existing weight. They plopped me down ungracefully on a hard metal chair. I winced. They had jammed my wings. Yes, wings. Wipe that look off your face. They strapped me down. Ah, yes the classics. Leather. I winced as what felt like a thousand needles were going into me. There probably was. I wanted to pass out, but somehow couldn't. UGH. I vomited. They scribbled on their clipboards, delighting in the results in their newest torture. I felt dizzy again and vomited. Again. Both on my lap might I add. Yuck. One thought slipped into another until I finally slipped (painfully) into unconsciousness.
"Ugh... huh?" I woke up sat up holding my very dizzy head. I lay back down. I stared at my dog crate ceiling, counting the tally marks that counted the years I had been here. I stopped counting six years ago. Too bad, now I don't know my age. Oh well. I absently scratched off a scab on my knee and started humming to myself. I sounded like a drunken elk. That's drugs on a bird kid for ya'. I hoped I died. Yeah right, I would be to lucky for that. I tried to sleep.