Per 
day-1
I woke up today, a cold place , dark, hungry, my mind constantly asks. Why am I here? Why am I here now? As soon as I realized that something was wrong. Some guard opened the steel door. it slowly opened with a creek and a squeal. he yelled ̈GET OFF THE FLOOR YOU MONSTER!¨ I couldn ́t speak as if I couldn't say anything at all
I wanted to say, say the word (say) I realized for a second I heard myself outloud. The word (say) I heard myself for the first time. Apparently the guard heard me too, because as soon as I said it, he grabbed my arm, yanked me across the floor to another room, a bigger room, a darker room. As I laid motionless on the floor. afraid, scared, again my mind asks why, as I so badly wish to answer the question I long to answer.
The door slams with a shock of sound, like a wave that hits my ears like a wall of cement, then silence,
I hated the idea that the guard would come back. But I wished that someone would open that door, any one, even that guard I hated so much. I told myself my thoughts are my only way to save myself.
I started to ask myself what am I? I know that I lived before this life but before the day I woke up,
before all of this,
Day-2
Normally when I think of morning. I think of light but there is none. it is dark. cold like the day before. I can still remember the man who called me a moster! the thought of the guard still haunts me, that man, the guard, he yells my name again. This time he throws a Hunk of meat on the floor.
As it passes me. the sound of it hiting the floor is fallowed by his voice saying."the living most eat!"
