Chapter 2 ( Rage ) I try to stand up, and I can but my legs are a little wobbly. I just sit back down after walking to the corner. The people in the window watch me. I don’t want them to watch me. I cover my head with my arms and hands, trying to hide myself. I can still feel their eyes on me. (hours later) I jerk awake. When did I fall asleep? Looking up, I noticed that the people in the window were gone. The room was dark. Maybe it’s night time. I get up to walk around and hit my head on the roof. Ow. I look up. Wasn’t the ceiling higher? How did I hit my head? I look down at the floor. It looks farther away as well. Hm. I stare at the wall and window. Random thoughts appear in my head. What if I run into the wall on purpose, maybe the people would come in and I could… wait. Why am I thinking like this? I don’t want to hurt people. But.. they might’ve hurt me, so wouldn’t they deserve it? I stare at the wall, thinking. I could hit the wall and see what happens, but I won’t hurt someone. After a moment, I ran at the wall, hitting my shoulder against it. I continue to do this until one of the people runs in and stares down at me. I stop as they stare, sitting down. They say something into a mic looking thing and others come in. I stare back, rage beginning to fill me with their eyes staring into me. I’m so focused on them, I don’t notice the guard opening the door to the room and shooting me with a dart, knocking me out.
