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Diana

Oh, God. Oh, God…

Why did it have to be a human? Please, tell me why?!

I'm crying in my bed, praying that I'm dreaming. I know that I'm not, but for the love of everything holy in this world, I wish I was. Because that would mean that I would wake up in a few minutes, wrapped in Perry's arms, knowing that none of it is real.

I'm not sure if I can go back to Perry. He knows what just happened in here. He probably heard absolutely everything.

I force myself to stand up. No, I can't think like that. I need to go to him. Like he said, he needs to collect more samples of what that human left behind…

God, I hate referring to what that human did like that.

Then again, actually thinking about it makes it worse. I think I prefer Perry's terms. I'm just glad I'd managed to focus enough to place the tracker on him like I was asked to.

I make my bed and pick things up off of the floor. Everything in here has a place. Everything has a purpose. I chose everything that I keep in here because it helps me cope. My products help me feel better about my body, because after all of the crap I've gone through in my life, I need to feel better about it.

The Love Händel poster helps remind me that there is happiness out there. There are good people out there, wild people, sure, but good people who want to make people smile. They aren't the only band I follow, they aren't even my favorite. But I couldn't get a poster from my favorite band.

I go over to my desk and gaze down at my Bible. I'd seen Perry looking at it. He probably thinks I'm crazy, keeping this. I know why: Christians believe that they're above us animals, that we don't have souls the same way they do. But they just don't know about us intelligent animals. I'm sure they would think differently if they did.

And it helps me through the day, everyday, knowing that God loves me, despite what I'm doing. He's looking out for me, and He's sent Perry to help me. Perry might not see it the same way I do, but that doesn't matter.

I open the old book and turn to one of my favorite verses.

The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.

I'm not alone. God's with me. And I have Perry.

Oh, I have Perry. He's always listening to me. Always caring about me. Now that I know him, I can't imagine life without him. When we were hanging out, getting to know each other… it's the happiest I've been in years. It's like he's a part of me. I want a family with him. I can only pray that he wants the same with me.

I close the book and step away. I need to get to Perry. He'll be able to make me feel better. He always does.

I walk over to the door and open it. I almost scream in fright.

Mother is standing in front of me.

"And just where are you going, Diana?" her disgusting voice is dripping with hate. "Off to wherever you've been for the past four days?"

I back away from the smartly dressed woman as she lumbers into my room, scanning it as if looking for something. Her presence is terrifying. This is the woman who for two years has been forcing me to… I don't even want to think it anymore.

"You know," Mother says, no longer scanning the room. She's glaring right at me. "I really don't like it when my property isn't where it's supposed to be. You have a place you're supposed to be, and when you're not there…"

Mother snaps her hand around, slapping me across the face with enough force to send me flying a few feet. I can feel the microphone Perry gave me start to come loose as I hit the floor.

"Where have you been?!" Mother screams at me."I had to give him a discount because you! Weren't! HERE!"

I shrink away from her and crawl under my bed. I quickly adjust the microphone so it's buried deeper in my fur.

"Perry… help me… please…" I choke out. Every word hurt to say.

I feel something grab my tail, and I'm yanked out from under the bed. I'm thrown across the room, slamming into my desk and breaking it to pieces.

I try to stand up and run, but I collapse from a pain in my leg. I look down at it. The bone is poking through the fur. I sob from the pain. I look up to see my Bible laying in front of me, its pages open, facedown on the floor.

Mother ambles over to me and crouches. "You stupid fucking animal…" she hisses at me. "You cost me money. You know how much I dislike it when you goddamn critters do that." Her gaze falls to my Bible. Her face twists in disgust as she picks it up and tosses it away.

I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut so I don't have to look her in the eye.

"I'm getting sick of your defiance," Mother whispers, running her fingers through the fur on my head. Her piercing touch sends shivers down my spine, making my blood run cold. "Maybe you don't want that cure, after all…. No, no I don't think you do. Besides, we don't want too many of you goddamn animals running around, now do we?"

I sob even harder.

Mother picks me up by the tail again. The sudden movement makes the throbbing in my leg almost unbearable. I cry out as she begins to carry me out of my room. We pass a few of the others. They stare at me in shock and pity.

"Help me…" I cry to them. They don't move. I know they wouldn't dare. The moment they try, it's over for all of them.

Mother carries me to a section of the mansion I've never been to. I have a feeling I know where I've been taken. But I don't get the chance to look, because I feel a needle slip into me and my world falls into darkness.