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Oct. 23, 2012 at 4:30 pm
No I will never understand the magic of scince because there is not any
Oct. 24, 2012 at 6:29 am
"but why me, why does it have to be me why s it always me" Lucy cried. "enough talk for now goodnight Lucy sleep tight" lucy dad says.
Oct. 24, 2012 at 5:42 pm
Maybe I'm not human Lucy thought to herself. But if I'm not human what else could i be?
Oct. 26, 2012 at 8:36 pm
I had no dreams. Just drugged, empty blackness. I hated it. I couldn't even rest while asleep. I was still faced with the nightmare that was my father.
Nov. 2, 2012 at 4:57 pm
"why am i so special", i complained. "wat makes me so special".
Nov. 5, 2012 at 2:37 pm
One morning, I woke up to the sound of a siren. Not just any siren. The warning siren. You see, the labs are right next to a nuclear power plant. If it ever exploded, everyone in the lab would die.
Some scientists in lab coats come into the room. Since I am too weak and tired to move, I am placed in a gurney and simply rolled out the door into a white van. I finally have the strength to look up from my cot. Outside the darkened windows are more people. I see Andrew. He's running towards me.
"Lucy, come on!" he yells.
Nov. 6, 2012 at 6:19 am
i try to climb off th gurney but am simply to weak.Andrew runs over and help me up and we start to make our way to the woods.
Nov. 6, 2012 at 5:10 pm
Surprisingly, nobody notices us as we dash through the woods. I guess they're too focused on getting their active experiments to safety instead of forgotten ones like me and Andrew. After a few minutes of running, we slow down. I'm panting heavily.
Nov. 8, 2012 at 7:30 am
when we stop to catch our breath i suggest we heead towards the road so we can find saftey
Nov. 9, 2012 at 9:40 pm
Andrew shakes his head.
"I know of a place," he says, beckoning farther up the mountain. "This way."
Dec. 30, 2012 at 12:01 pm
We ran. Andrew gripped tightly to my sweat drenched hand pulling me through the overgrown underbrush. I was wearing nothing other than my mere blue gown. The flimsy fabric tore easily as we progressed through the darkness. My pale legs getting shredded by thorns on the black rose bushes, sweet hot blood trickled onto the cold ground and he led me further into the night. Further away from the needles, the tests, and from my father.
Jan. 27 at 11:10 am
After what seems like endless running, we stop. Andrew points to an opening in the mountain ahead of us.
"There," he says.
Feb. 3 at 3:04 pm
I moaned and my thrashing gradually stopped. It was pointless to strain against the straps that pinned me to the table like a butterfly specimen. "How does the music make you feel?" One the labcoats asked me. I screamed in response. How did it make me feel? Cold, dead, like I wanted to peel my own skin back and find the sickness that the music produced in me. "Good, good," the scientist said. He grinned at me. "And... Now now how do you feel?" The music increased in tempo and the sweet melodic voice murmured to me like a lover. My heart gave a sudden twist, and then a squeeze, and then a sickening thump. And then the monitor let out a series of agitated beeps, and then all was quiet. "Now how do you feel?" The scientist asked intently, smile gone. Somehow I'm able to free my fingernails from the divets they've made in my palms. "I feel... Good." My heart lay dead in my chest and all the pain, all the suffering I'd ever felt was gone. But in its place was a hunger like never before—to consume. I looked to the labcoat who took my soul with his mysterious song, and opened my mouth. The exact same melody, the rifts and magic of a siren sing, came pouring out of my mouth. "How do you feel?" I asked while he screamed.
