• October 5th
    1:30am


    As I sit here, I can't help but tremble to the voices that fill this home. They are all so loud and speak of terrifying things. I hear my name being constantly said along with words that only bring pain and misfortune in my near future. It completely terrifies me.

    "We will begin the procedure quite soon on..."
    "We'll have to restrain her.."
    "....body should be able to handle it.."
    "If she does we can alway use this.."

    It's all as such.

    I, honestly, don't know what is to become me. Nothing they say sounds like a good thing. I've already tried to run away, but my door is lock and my windows are barred. There's nothing in this small room that I could use to break free. That is, unless I can pick up this wooden bed and smash the bars that keep me in, but I doubt that.

    Sadly, The only time I had been out of this room was the first day I arrived here. I had woken up to the feeling of something quite cold against my back. My wrists were tied together, a blindfold covered my eyes, and a gag was placed in my mouth. I instantly knew that I had been kidnapped. There was no way this could be some sort of prank.

    At first, I had began to freak but many hands were there to quickly restrain me. It didn't take much of my struggling for them to decide to use something cold and smooth to hold me down to whatever I laid on. I cried. I knew things like this happened but I never thought it would ever happen to me. It was terrifying and they thought it was funny. Savages.

    It wasn't long until their hands were all over me. There was not one place that wasn't invaded. I was probed with things as well as injected by substances. Blood may have been sucked from me, but it was hard to tell (I could only feel the needle). As they did this they were speaking in murmurs, talking about things I couldn't understand. There was something about transplants, heart rate, changing... Honestly, I don't really remember. I had been panicking too much at the time to listen. In what seemed like forever, they were finally done with me. That's when I was placed in this room.

    Other than a bed, this computer is the only thing in my prison. I cannot go on many sites nor can I go to any email type of places. I'm sure they are afriad of me finding a way to get someone I know to find me. Maybe even someone to help me get out of this horrid place. It was only by chance that I could find a site, this site, where I can say what is happening. I can only hope that there is atleast one person who can find a way to trace where this post is coming from and save me. I have to get out of here before they come to get me again. I have to.

    I'll post whenever I can. It may be the only thing that'll get me out of this place or, atleast, keep me sane while I'm here. Please, let there be someone. I need to leave this place, quickly.


    Please.


    Signed,

    Gabby Winters