Number 5 : The Journal of Amy Gray, fallenangel121212 [i am reading a book .TXT] 📗
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don’t know the joke’s on them! Sure, I might loss every shred f dignity I have, but when I escape it’ll be worth everything. I can already imagine them coming into my room after I escape and their faces turning dumbfounded once they see I’m not there, classic! That would be worth losing my dignity. The training isn’t for nothing though. I can feel my muscles growing stronger and I’m faster on my feet. I wonder if they realize how messed up this is for them. They might think I’m becoming their mindless gun for them to use, but I like to think of myself as a fake dud firecracker that’s going to blow up in their faces. Well I can hear someone approaching the door. Talk to you later tonight! The time is 12:27 PM.
March 4th, 2020
Its 9:18 PM and I just back from some kind of lab and the gym. They have started timing my runs. I overheard them talking and apparently my top speed is 409 mph, the last record was 406 mph by Lyss. I haven’t even been trying that hard! Imagine how fast I would be if I ran at top speed! I remember when I was still free there had been a field I had practiced in. It had been right next to the nuclear power plant that had caused all the mutations. Was that why I’m faster than the others? I don’t know about strength though. I don’t even know what a bench press is! All I know is that I can break through a solid block of concrete without breaking a nail. In the lab they asked me a bunch of questions about my childhood. Like when had I discovered my powers? Had I trained? Did I have any siblings? I lied easily for each one, even the sibling one. My mom is four months pregnant with a boy. I hope he isn’t cursed with my powers too. Hopefully if he is he won’t be careless and be caught like I had been.
I can feel the effects of not eating, my stomach feels like it’s trying to digest itself and I feel faint all the time. I need to get out of here, but the question is how!? My minds too muddled to come up with anything so I’m going to hit the hay. The time is 10:53 PM.
March 5th, 2020
The weirdest thing happened today. Tracy, one of the other “lucky” ones, asked if I wanted to join them all for lunch. The scientists didn’t seem to have a problem so I went. The cafeteria was having an all you can ear crab and sushi bar. Let’s just say I wasn’t the cleanest eater in the room. What can I say? Crab and sushi are my favorite, plus I was starving! I probably looked like a pig but I didn’t care. All I knew was I was finally getting some food in my empty belly. Now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t a good idea to eat all that food at once. My stomach is cramping up. It doesn’t feel like a drugged feeling though, thank goodness. I guess they finally trust me now, suckers! I’m thinking I need a day or two to come up with a plan and get all my strength back. I’m thinking about digging through the wall, jumping out, and then running. If the tests are correct and I’m the fastest, I think I can get away easily. Someone’s coming, bye! The time is 1:25 PM.
March 5th, 2020
I’m scared, really scared. When they got me, they took me to what seemed like a conference room. The other kids were already there. Apparently there had been some revolt against the government and we had to go calm them down. I would have been fine just letting them revolt; if I was free I’d probably be there too. Now honestly, I thought if we lifted up a car or something it would show them they couldn’t take us and they would stop. Well when we got there and we tried talking, they opened fire on us and attacked us!The other kids had started fighting back. I had seen Parker and Tracy rip off a man’s head. Oh God, it had been awful. I had tried to run but one had jumped on my back and knifed my arm! It still stings, but the guilt is worse. I hate writing this down, but I feel that the world needs to know. When I escape I’m going to bring this journal as proof off the awful things that go on here.
Anyway, when the man attacked me I reached behind me and accidently hit his head. I swear, I meant to hit his stomach! I had heard a sickening crunch, it’s still ringing in my ears, and he had fallen to the ground. It was too much for me to handle, still is. My hands are shaking as I write this. I had run, I still want to run but I can’t. They had found me huddled in an alley five blocks away. Now that I think about it, why didn’t I keep running? In the confusion of the fight I could have probably slipped away quietly and escaped. Why hadn’t I done it? I don’t want to sleep, I’m afraid of what I’m going to see behind my closed eyelids, but I’m getting tired.
There’s one more thing I want to add before I go to bed. The other kids didn’t seem fazed at all. They were high fiving each other like they had won a game of football or something. In all honesty that scares me more than the….memory. They might seem like normal kids on the outside, but on the inside they are heartless. At least I feel like crap about it. It’s like they have no emotions. I’m falling asleep so I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow the day will be better. The time is 11:53 PM.
March 6th, 2020
The day went on as usual. The only difference was that in the morning a meeting was called. The man in charge had congratulated me on my first successful fight. I had wanted to barf. Successful, yeah right. A success, is this seriously good for them? The kids had nodded their heads in agreement. I kept my eyes down the whole time, biting back tears. How twisted has our government become? I didn’t dare speak out; I still had to have them believe I was one of them. After the meeting it was nothing special, we just trained in the gym all day.
March 6th, 2020
I got to leave base without a battle for the first time today. Doctor Samantha, she was the one who had seemed a little nice, asked if I wanted some fresh air. I had been on my toes the whole time, but we went to a nice little market. She had apologized for yesterday, why’d she have to bring that up? I had been silent the whole time. After that she let me go to the kitchen with her and she let me use a knife to cut up vegetables. It felt for a moment like I was back at home. That is until the rest of the lab coats had walked in. They had ripped the knife from my hand and sent me to my room. I need to get out of here. I’m not even sure if I can make it one more day even though that’s all I need. I tried starting a hole in the wall, but after I got a few millimeters in I got a huge zap. Guess they still don’t trust me, not that I don’t blame them. I still see myself as a fake dud firecracker. I’m just a tired and worn out firecracker. Tomorrows the big day. I’m going to do it around midnight so I’ll need all my strength. Goodnight.
March 7th, 2020
Today was like any other day here I guess. They let us have a free day in gym. The other kids let out their inner child, something I had they had lost long ago. They played tag. It was actually pretty fun watching them zip around the gym as nothing but blurs. After a couple of rounds Josh had invited me to play. I had figured, what have I got to lose? That game had won me my freedom honestly. As we were running I had accidently ran into a wall. There had been no pain; it was almost as if the speed had prevented the pain somehow. Of course, even though my freedom had been right there I hadn’t run. Guess that earned me some respect or something cause they all were staring at me with huge eyes. It was pretty funny. I had just casually walked up to Lyss, taped her on the shoulder and said, “Tag, you’re it!”
After that we played more tag until around noon. Then we had lunch, a delicious chicken stew. That brought back some unpleasant memories. As soon as I got back to my room I had tried out my new theory. It had worked! I’m leaving this place at midnight tonight! The time is 2:25 PM.
March 7th, 2020
Once upon a time there was an innocent girl called Amy. Amy had a happy life with her parents until one day she had been kidnapped by the government and military. She had met many new people including Josh, Tracy, Parker, and Lyss the others like her. Now after one week with them she’s finally found a way to bust out.
March 4th, 2020
Its 9:18 PM and I just back from some kind of lab and the gym. They have started timing my runs. I overheard them talking and apparently my top speed is 409 mph, the last record was 406 mph by Lyss. I haven’t even been trying that hard! Imagine how fast I would be if I ran at top speed! I remember when I was still free there had been a field I had practiced in. It had been right next to the nuclear power plant that had caused all the mutations. Was that why I’m faster than the others? I don’t know about strength though. I don’t even know what a bench press is! All I know is that I can break through a solid block of concrete without breaking a nail. In the lab they asked me a bunch of questions about my childhood. Like when had I discovered my powers? Had I trained? Did I have any siblings? I lied easily for each one, even the sibling one. My mom is four months pregnant with a boy. I hope he isn’t cursed with my powers too. Hopefully if he is he won’t be careless and be caught like I had been.
I can feel the effects of not eating, my stomach feels like it’s trying to digest itself and I feel faint all the time. I need to get out of here, but the question is how!? My minds too muddled to come up with anything so I’m going to hit the hay. The time is 10:53 PM.
March 5th, 2020
The weirdest thing happened today. Tracy, one of the other “lucky” ones, asked if I wanted to join them all for lunch. The scientists didn’t seem to have a problem so I went. The cafeteria was having an all you can ear crab and sushi bar. Let’s just say I wasn’t the cleanest eater in the room. What can I say? Crab and sushi are my favorite, plus I was starving! I probably looked like a pig but I didn’t care. All I knew was I was finally getting some food in my empty belly. Now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t a good idea to eat all that food at once. My stomach is cramping up. It doesn’t feel like a drugged feeling though, thank goodness. I guess they finally trust me now, suckers! I’m thinking I need a day or two to come up with a plan and get all my strength back. I’m thinking about digging through the wall, jumping out, and then running. If the tests are correct and I’m the fastest, I think I can get away easily. Someone’s coming, bye! The time is 1:25 PM.
March 5th, 2020
I’m scared, really scared. When they got me, they took me to what seemed like a conference room. The other kids were already there. Apparently there had been some revolt against the government and we had to go calm them down. I would have been fine just letting them revolt; if I was free I’d probably be there too. Now honestly, I thought if we lifted up a car or something it would show them they couldn’t take us and they would stop. Well when we got there and we tried talking, they opened fire on us and attacked us!The other kids had started fighting back. I had seen Parker and Tracy rip off a man’s head. Oh God, it had been awful. I had tried to run but one had jumped on my back and knifed my arm! It still stings, but the guilt is worse. I hate writing this down, but I feel that the world needs to know. When I escape I’m going to bring this journal as proof off the awful things that go on here.
Anyway, when the man attacked me I reached behind me and accidently hit his head. I swear, I meant to hit his stomach! I had heard a sickening crunch, it’s still ringing in my ears, and he had fallen to the ground. It was too much for me to handle, still is. My hands are shaking as I write this. I had run, I still want to run but I can’t. They had found me huddled in an alley five blocks away. Now that I think about it, why didn’t I keep running? In the confusion of the fight I could have probably slipped away quietly and escaped. Why hadn’t I done it? I don’t want to sleep, I’m afraid of what I’m going to see behind my closed eyelids, but I’m getting tired.
There’s one more thing I want to add before I go to bed. The other kids didn’t seem fazed at all. They were high fiving each other like they had won a game of football or something. In all honesty that scares me more than the….memory. They might seem like normal kids on the outside, but on the inside they are heartless. At least I feel like crap about it. It’s like they have no emotions. I’m falling asleep so I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow the day will be better. The time is 11:53 PM.
March 6th, 2020
The day went on as usual. The only difference was that in the morning a meeting was called. The man in charge had congratulated me on my first successful fight. I had wanted to barf. Successful, yeah right. A success, is this seriously good for them? The kids had nodded their heads in agreement. I kept my eyes down the whole time, biting back tears. How twisted has our government become? I didn’t dare speak out; I still had to have them believe I was one of them. After the meeting it was nothing special, we just trained in the gym all day.
March 6th, 2020
I got to leave base without a battle for the first time today. Doctor Samantha, she was the one who had seemed a little nice, asked if I wanted some fresh air. I had been on my toes the whole time, but we went to a nice little market. She had apologized for yesterday, why’d she have to bring that up? I had been silent the whole time. After that she let me go to the kitchen with her and she let me use a knife to cut up vegetables. It felt for a moment like I was back at home. That is until the rest of the lab coats had walked in. They had ripped the knife from my hand and sent me to my room. I need to get out of here. I’m not even sure if I can make it one more day even though that’s all I need. I tried starting a hole in the wall, but after I got a few millimeters in I got a huge zap. Guess they still don’t trust me, not that I don’t blame them. I still see myself as a fake dud firecracker. I’m just a tired and worn out firecracker. Tomorrows the big day. I’m going to do it around midnight so I’ll need all my strength. Goodnight.
March 7th, 2020
Today was like any other day here I guess. They let us have a free day in gym. The other kids let out their inner child, something I had they had lost long ago. They played tag. It was actually pretty fun watching them zip around the gym as nothing but blurs. After a couple of rounds Josh had invited me to play. I had figured, what have I got to lose? That game had won me my freedom honestly. As we were running I had accidently ran into a wall. There had been no pain; it was almost as if the speed had prevented the pain somehow. Of course, even though my freedom had been right there I hadn’t run. Guess that earned me some respect or something cause they all were staring at me with huge eyes. It was pretty funny. I had just casually walked up to Lyss, taped her on the shoulder and said, “Tag, you’re it!”
After that we played more tag until around noon. Then we had lunch, a delicious chicken stew. That brought back some unpleasant memories. As soon as I got back to my room I had tried out my new theory. It had worked! I’m leaving this place at midnight tonight! The time is 2:25 PM.
March 7th, 2020
Once upon a time there was an innocent girl called Amy. Amy had a happy life with her parents until one day she had been kidnapped by the government and military. She had met many new people including Josh, Tracy, Parker, and Lyss the others like her. Now after one week with them she’s finally found a way to bust out.
Wow, my life sounds liked it should be a movie or something. Too bad it’s not. In movies the main character always wins and defeats the bad guys. I don’t know how this story is going to end. I hope it ends something like a movie, but not exactly because honestly that sounds too classic. I woke up from a six hour nap. Right after dinner I had gone straight to bed. I just made the hole in the wall. The air smells sweet compared to the confined air I’ve been smelling for a week. Goodbye confinement. Here I come world.
March 8th, 2020
I’m free. That’s probably the happiest thing I’ve had the pleasure of writing in this thing ever since I got it. I have no way of telling time, but I do know that the end of the day is nearing. I’m sleeping in an alley, but hey no one ever said this would be easy or comfortable. I had to, uh, borrow some clothes and a small black backpack from a convenient shop. All black clothing of course. I felt bad about it but I had to ditch the orange jumpsuit that the military had so nicely provided me with and there was no way I was walking
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