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Thump. Thump. Thump.

I always hear that sound whenever I wake up. It’s more like a pounding really, but it gets so loud that it everything else around me just drowns out. And the thumping… it hurts my head so, so much. It’s as if a mental, unseen tidal wave of pain is constantly hitting my brain over and over again. It makes me wanna not move at all and lie there where I am on the cold and dirty floor of my cage… just like today.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I sniffled and rubbed away my tears. I don’t like crying, but the pounding always makes me start to cry whenever it gets so intense. I hate it, because it makes me look like a crybaby and the guards outside my cage will think I'm being a scared little kid. But I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that my head hurts so much. I wish it would stop… I can’t think straight when I'm like this and I always feel so drowsy and tired.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I don’t even remember what happened to me before the headaches started. My memories are so fuzzy, and nothing I recall is clear. Sometimes I see very blurry images of people, but they go away as fast as they came. Everything else I remember is just… black. Nothing else. Just pure darkness all around me. I also find things, too… weird scar marks all over my body that I don’t remember having at all. In fact, I just found another one right on the back of my head. It’s kinda small, though, and my hair pretty much covers it up so you can’t see it. But I know it’s there, because I can feel how much it hurts on my head. I think it must be new, too, because fresh blood is already spilling out of it. There’s nothing I can do to clean it, though… so all I can really do is cover it up with my other hand to stop it from bleeding any more.

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

I blame the white-coated workers. They always visit me before I somehow forget everything. It’s the one memory I still remember, at least. I know that they did this to me, but for what reason, I don’t know. I don’t think I wanna know, because it scares me to even think about the stuff that they do to me. But, I'm not the only one who suffers… the other creatures like me in those other cages nearby also suffer too. It’s different for everyone, but we still feel the pain of the torture. I can tell, because I can hear some of them screaming or crying from the pain. Sometimes I end up watching them blankly from my cage, but only when I happen to face where the door is. Today was one of those days.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I winced a little when someone screamed from across the room. It was from that blue lady next to the tank with the squiggly one inside of it. I feel really bad for her. The guard who brings her food is always so mean to her. But then again… all of the guards are mean to us in some way. I wish I didn't have to see them like this. I wish that we didn't have to suffer any more from the pain and that the guards would get a taste of their own medicine. I know I’d give it to them if I had the chance, if I wasn't still so drowsy. But I guess dreaming about it will do… at least it makes me feel a little better, and plus, it makes my head hurt a bit less. I just wish my headache would go away completely. I hate feeling this way so, so much.

Thump. Thump. Thump…