I'm so sorry! I kept meaning to update! I'm doing this on my iPod touch while babysitting. I felt bad because I said I would update often... Well I hope you like it! Please reveiw! I wanna know what you people out there are thinking!

And by the way, I just fixd this. for some reason, my ipod doesnt do lines. So I hope you actually get the chance to reread this in case you couldn't really understand it before. It was all mucked up.. well, enjoy!

Dr. Rebecca quickly undid the latch on my crate door and reached in to grab my right arm. They had recently decided to do away with the shunt in the back of my hand, seeing as I had ripped it out. That made them mad. But the stupid thing hurt! And why should I make things easier for them? After several attempts at drawing blood (I continually twitched my arm out of the way so she'd miss, causing several needles to snap off), she finally gave up and left the room.

And came back five minutes later with another doctor, one I'd never seen before.

He was mean. After forcibly dragging me out of the cage - it hurt when my back dragged over the little metal pieces that stuck up under the door- he then attempted to restrain me while Dr. R poked me with that stupid needle.

Big mistake.

Twenty minutes later, I was tossed back in my crate while. I sat there and watched with satisfaction as two doctors with matching black eyes and broken noses left my room. True, they did get a vial of my blood, but at least they weren't the only ones left bleeding when it was all said and done. I laughed in my head when Dr. Rebecca walked with an exaggerated limp down the hall. Baby.

I know that doing such a thing as hurting the doctors could cause for cancellation of my endurance testing and by extension, my escape, but I really didn't care at this point. I was just so sick of being poked and prodded and treated like a practice dummy. I could hear and see and feel everything they said and did. And it hurt. All of it.

So I figured, if they're going to continue with their cruel tests, why not give them hell for it? And anyway, the director would make them take me in for testing, whether they liked it or not. So why not have as much fun as one can have whilst being tortured?

Yeah, I know, painfully short, but i have a massive writers block. And I thought it was funny, I was at the library while I wrote this, and i would suddenly get an epiphany, and type super fasst and it made alot of noise. This severly cranky woman kept giving me dissaproving looks. It was pretty amusing.