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We The Sickest: Contest Version
Author :_Kaitlin_
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3 Prisoner of my own mind…

It's been about 5 months since Jake and the other cult members captured me. Every day they do the same shit. Luckily there's a window on the wall. And yes, I've tried breaking it. It won't break. It won't even budge. They have me drugged. And I'm in here pretty tight.

Through the window I can see a different area. There's a bunch of wax candles and some old lab equipment. I can also see a staircase leading up. I wonder if I'm in a basement somewhere? I don't think I'm near where I was taken. But I've gathered a few clues as to where I am.

Jake still has to go to school, I assume. Because of this, I doubt he would take me too far. Unless he transferred schools, we'd still have to be located in the town. There's not a lot of people in this state. Plus, we're almost cut off from the rest of the world, that's probably why my parents thought we would be safe enough.

Due to the condition of the ground and my knowledge of the town's history, I'm positive we're in one of 3 places. That is, if all the books I read when I thought knowing things would help were right.

"Boy, that failed attempt to relate to the locals worked well somewhere along the line.", I thought to myself.

Of those three places only one of them is in range of the school's pick-up limits, has no lighting, and yet has the means to hold a mutated freak. But it still doesn't tell me enough to escape yet. There has to be something I'm missing. If only these drug-induced dreams would stop enough to notice more. Those visions can get pretty wild.

How long do they plan on dosing me? Forever? I mean, I'm not unconscious all the time. They let me get lucid enough to eat and drink every once in awhile. And every so often they prick my arms and bleed me. The floor isn't completely leveled either. To bathe me they let water fall on me and it flows to a gap in the floor, barley big enough for my finger. I can't get out that way.

Let me tell you, it sucks being in here. But slowly I've been clawing at the floor, digging my escape. It was stupid of them to put me in a cell with a dirt floor. By next month, I'll be ready...

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