Help... that's all I hear now; small quiet whispers in the dark. This place that I live in, there are no light, except for those big blinding ones, or the small dim ones in the hallways. You tend to get used to seeing in the dark, not always perfect, but enough to get by. 

My existent is a routine, endless darkness when put to sleep, eating scrapes on the floor.... if I'm lucky I'll find random parts from inexperienced doctors, maybe every 30 sleeps... for instant, 10 sleeps ago, I found three fingers laying on the counter, in an unfamiliar room. I tend to snoop around when I'm left in my room, not strapped to the table. You eat when you can, whatever you find, no matter what. Maybe tomorrow I'll find more fingers.. or maybe something that has more flesh on it.

To survive here, I made rules. One rules I said to myself, "Never eat rats, they are friends." Those are the only things that come and go as they pleas. They make great conversations when you get really bored or need to extra distraction. Doctors don't even know they are here, so ever quiet. Quiet.... yes quiet... I get jealous of them sometimes. Sometimes they make me mad. I once had a friend named Two. Two was I think my brown rat friend.. it was hard to tell since it's always dark here. He would stay by my side for hours at a time, then leave for days. I eventually got really mad at Two because he would come back a little fatter than usual, I, well... ha ha, I was hungry, I... I... killed Two, he tasted so bitterly sweet. The fresh blood that would over fill my dry mouth... his flesh that would easily rip from his small little bones, his sweet little intestines... NO! WHO EATS THEIR OWN FRIEND?! I, I just get so hungry, I forget who's in control... I threw the rest of him at the wall. 

Rule two, don't waste anything. Food here, it is so hard to find. You can go without it for over 30 sleeps before you lose complete control and try to eat a full size doctor. I once ate a full size doctor, she tasted so good. Her organs were the best though, her chest, not so much... lots of white liquid... sour. I left her brain for last. After I cleaned her out and not a single organ or intestine was left, you can finally enjoy a nice long well deserved drink. Gosh, you have to be careful, doctors at that point try and find where you are and if they catch you eating or drinking, they up your punishment.

It's not easy living your life as a test subject... then again.... what do I know? HA.... ha... ha... One must go against their own nature in order to survive. To live is to die, to die is to live. I am just so hungry, so ever hungry.