If only you knew the horror I'd been through since I was relocated to this place a year ago. The horror of the cold wet iron bars of our lonely cramped dog crates in which they keep us in, and the harsh smell of antiseptic that burns your eyes to tears and filters into your nostrils until you cannot smell anything else for the next days to come. But those are not the biggest problems, for there is much more. Much, much more.

They did something to us, to everyone suffocating in this death chamber that we are forced to call home. Things of unimaginable mutations, science experiments, and worst of all, the tests and successions. The tests they run on us are not near as bad as what I am, and the other two in their crates next to mine. But we are not the scariest things to have ever roamed these halls.

Whenever I get the chance to look, I try not to, because I cannot stand the sight of which I see. The furry monsters outside that window that maul anything and everything to death, including the failures. They showed me them on my first day here, I was only 7, but I'll never forget the blood, fur, claws, fangs, and the snapping of bones and the blood curdling cries of their victims that then are eaten alive and left to rot in the yard where they are brutally murdered. I never like to remember that cause I shiver and turn paler than a ghost every time. My eyes see red and then I sometimes even faint. The scientists seem to enjoy this reaction, all but one. The one who cares for the girl in the cage next to me. She is the lucky one. The dark haired boy on the other side never says a word, never looks up, never moves or let alone breathes. His dark black hair falls over his eyes which are a bottomless pit of despair that I feel as well, and that keeps growing everyday.

I hear the scientists talking about me, but my name is simply the number on my cage. Number 5, subject 5, experiment 5. Never just a simple name, or even the reddish-blonde haired one. That would most certainly be better than Mutation 5, the worst name that they could possibly say.

The scientists were still talking in a hushed voice, and pointing at different shiny things hanging on the walls and on the sterile metal beds in the middle of the room. The one with the ridiculous blue tie handed the one with the white lab coat a clipboard with a photo of me attached to it. Every second my heartbeat sped up more than it already was and when they stepped forward to open my door, it nearly stopped altogether.

Everyone was quiet, everything was quiet, until the creak of iron came and I could see the room clearly for the first time in what seemed like forever. I knew what was coming before I felt it. The jolt of 50000 watts of electricity being zapped into your system, making me jump out of the cage screaming like everyone always does. They kept shoving me towards the table and they strapped me in with the big leather straps once they got me there.

They forced a huge dry towel into my mouth to silence my screams and then they picked up the oddly colored syringe sitting ready for use next to me. The needle plunged deep into my vein and I wanted to scream with all my might but I could not feel my tongue or jaw as the towel was becoming more and more like a brick. The coldness of the injection was spreading throughout my body and only in a few seconds I could not hold onto reality or the fact that I was their main subject of the day.

My eyelids felt as if they weigh a ton and I couldn't keep them open forever but instead of them shutting completely they were forced open by a cold metal object that held them open and looking up at the bright florescent lights above. And just before my mind was gone to the wild beat of my heart on the monitor, I saw the thing that scared me the most out of everything I had ever seen. A scapula getting dangerously close to my eye and the silent boy with a tear slowly growing at the corner of his until it slid down his cheek and onto the floor.