In the shot room, it is white. Almost everything is white. I don't like this color. It reminds me of pain, and pain is bad. The shot man looked at me.

"Ahhh, the little bird. You were nocked out for a week after that stunt you pulled, setting 00962 lose..." He glares at me. "But luckily.... You woke up just in time for your weekly injections." He smiled evilly. I shuddered.

I got more shots than usually did, and they were more painful. "After this, you're going to the arena. its your turn to fight today.... I wonder if you'll die today, it would save me money on medication if you did." He said as he injected me with different colored liquids. None were red, my favorite color.

"But before that, you must go to the speech therapist" he sighed "I don't see why they make you, its not like your going to speak any ways."

After the shots, I was led to my speech therapist. I couldn't speak, so every day I had to go to see him. As I entered his room, I was surprised to not see the old fat man that was my therapist, no, it was a Yong man, possibly in his twenties.

I sat in a chair across from his desk. He noticed me and grinned.

"Hello!" He said "from now on, I will be your speaking instructor. Now let's see how you've progressed..." He looked at some papers "wow... You haven't spoke in 3 years." He looked at me seriously "you would make an excellent mime."

I saw a small stripeless tiger on his desk. I reached for it without thinking. He grabbed my hand. I froze.

"Hey I'm not gonna beat you or anything." He said kindly. "If you want the stuffed animal cat, you just have to ask." I put my hands in my lap and looked at the floor.

The guy looked at me sadly "well, I guess you can hold it, just during our lessons..." He handed the 'cat' to me. "His name is tiggy" he said "you can call me John. Do you have a name?"

I was about to shake my head no, but then remembered. Ghost boy gave me a name. Angel.

I nodded my head.

"Really?" He said. "Well what is it?"

I bit the end of my index finger, so red liquid slowly pored out. It hurt, but it was hurt I was used to. I wrote on the wall, ANGEL.

Then I put my finger in my mouth, to stop the liquid from coming out. If to much came out, I would faint.

John was dumfounded. "You can read?" He said "you can WRITE?" He looked at me almost angry. "Why didn't you show us?" I looked up at him, scared at his rising anger.

He handed me a pen and paper. "Tell me" he commanded.

I some how knew what to write, exactly how to move the pen. I Didn't know how I knew, but I did.

Scared I wrote.

"What?" He said.

Scared I wrote again

"Do you know who you are?"

A freak who shouldn't exist

He seemed sad "What makes you say that?"

Every thing I've ever known leads me to this conclusion. I have wings and can't fly. There is no one else like me here. I am alone.

John looked at me, stunned. "Well... You made some major progress to day.... Imagine you could communicate all this time, and we never realized it." He looked at me thoughtfully "you, Angel, are a scientific wonder."

"I'll see if I can get us more lessons each week, this will be interesting" he smiled.

I looked at john. He seemed exited, not like the other mans. They were all scary. John was not. John seemed, well, nice. The first nice man I'd ever met in the facility, Besides ghost boy. What was ghost boys name? I needed to ask him, but how? I'd figure that out after my battle in the arena.

I hated the Arena. It was where they paired different creatures together to fight, for the mans amusement. It was horrible. Sometimes they would be horribly unmatched, and it would be a slaughter. They almost never died though. The mans wouldn't want to lose their precious experiments.

Whenever I was put in the arena, I didn't fight. I let the other creature destroy me all they wanted, and it would end quickly.

Last I went in the arena, I had to fight a goop creature made of acid. That was probably the worst battle I had ever been in.

John led me back to my room, and there I sat waiting, waiting for another Scarry man to take me away. Away too my own personal hell. The arena..

I'm trying to do 4 page chapters. Don't know if it'll work but.... Mehhhh.... Comment or vote! What is the voting for? If u know leave a comment to tell me please.