Journal Entry 10

Sorry for not posting for a while, this journal entry was torn three different times and I had to find all the pieces to it. What I find really interesting about this journal entry is that it comes with a stamp at the bottom of the page. I don’t know what it's for but it isn’t on any of the older entries. It’s in the shape of a star with two circles around it. It must have some meaning to it if she put it there... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1/21/13 Now that I have time to write I will explain what happened... In my efforts to infiltrate the little swaray the humans were holding I was captured. I don’t know where they took me, but they knocked me out and next thing I know I’m in a room with a few others of my kind. Some were completely dead, some were still conscious. We were laying on operating tables and we were hooked up to some sort of machines. I saw my journal in a plastic box sitting on a table on the other side of the room along with some other boxes filled with things (I suppose they belonged to the others I shared the room with). Next to that, there was a table with some tools you would expect to see in a wood working shop, one being a saw. They were all covered in blood and had small pieces of skin hanging off. I heard some muffled talking between a few humans outside of the room. They entered the room, the door closing behind them sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. They all wore tattered doctors clothing; their aprons covered with blood splatter. They walked up to one of my conscious friends. Examined him, he was thrashing around frantically and hissing at them. One doctor pulled out a small light and flashed it in both of his eyes, and examined him more. Then sighed disappointedly and proceeded to walk to the table with the tools layed out on it. He picked up the saw and turned it on. He began walking to the table, my friend struggling to release himself. The man pushed the saw blade into his neck. I looked away and closed my eyes but I could still hear him screaming... Then he became silent and the doctor turned the saw off. I looked back and watched him walk to another table with another conscious one. He took out his small flashlight repeating what he'd done to the last one. This one was more frantic. I knew he'd be coming for me next, I struggled to set myself free without attracting attention to myself, but I was handcuffed to the table. I tried squeezing my hand through the cuff hole. I heard the saw turn back on and more frantic screaming. I have my hand halfway through the cuff hole, this process caused excruciating pain but I had no other choices. It became silent again. I looked back and the other was dead, the saw was turned off, and now I was the only conscious one left. They began walking toward me, if I could just get one hand free I'd have a small chance. He walked to the opposite side of my table and pulled out his flashlight, but before he could turn it on there was a loud screeching noise that distracted them, it was the door behind me opening. They all looked at the door and the man asked "What do you want kid?" a boys voice replied to him, "I need that one," "What for?" the man asked "It's special, Isaac wants you to hand it over to me" the boy replied, (he sounded like someone I know...) "Well... Then take her, before I make mincemeat out of her" The doctors laughed. One of them walked to the table and grabbed my journal and handed it to him, "She had this with her, and we haven’t bothered reading it yet. Probably a bunch of teenage dribble. You read it," they began to walk out; "at least now you'll have something that entertains you" they laughed again. The door shut and their laughter became distant. "Pricks..." he muffled to himself. My table started rolling backwards out the door, and a sheet was pulled over my body and face. I was so relieved, I could hardly catch my breath and my heart was still beating as fast as a hummingbird's. I was rolled into a new room that was cleaner and empty. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm and I began to fall into a deep sleep. When I woke up he was standing over me, I finally saw his face, but it was blurred. "Hello, how are you feeling?" My vision was still blurry, so I stared at him trying to focus. "I know you can understand me". His face became more and more clear... and more and more familiar. I knew who he was, but I couldn’t remember his name. For some reason I had butterflies, I was really nervous. I know his voice and his face but I don’t know how. I tried to reply to him but all that came out was incoherent mumbling. "I'll wait till' the affects wear off, you'd better stay quiet though understand?" He left the room. That loud screeching noise of the doors was starting to give me a massive headache... or maybe it was just all the shit they put in my system. I began to drift back to sleep... I've never been more exhausted. He c ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all that was on this page; I’m finding the second page to this one now. Ill post as soon as I find it. Hopefully it's not torn in pieces as well...