Sarah
Only seconds after this realization, I hear them coming.
Their steps echo hundreds of times, some in my head, some through the door. The lab isn't too far away, after all.
We've made a better model. No need for the old one.
No need for the old one.
Old one.
My heart froze.
"Get me the medicine. Hurry."
Medicine. Hurry.
Hurry.
Hurry.
No. No, please.
So many times I had wished for death, but I don't want it! I don't want to die, please no. Please, please no.
I hear the door open, heard the metal hit the wall. I heard it again and again, saw it hit the wall again and again.
I also saw the needel. Again and again.
I whimpered, and crawled as far back into my cage as I could; huddling in the corner.
This is going to be messy, just like always. The man who thought that sighed. I shivered, not prepared for what was to come.
One man flung open my cage door.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
He bent down and reached out his arm. I tried to move away, I really did. But I felt the needle pierce my skin. I saw his thumb pressing the end down, saw the liquid draining into my leg. He pulled the needle out, and slammed the cage door shut.
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
Crash!
My vision doubled, everything became louder and brighter. Their voices mixed together, smells were intensified. My skin crawled with itchiness. And then there was only black.