You're A Freak, Motherfucker.

I fiddled with a lock of my hair, chewing on my lip. I sat on a single chair in the corner of the games room. The only real place we were allowed to express ourselves. I was curled up in a ball, trying to keep warm in just my white scrubs. We were given blankets if we were good. Unfortunately, i wasn't considered the best behaved kid there.

Hello. I'm Angela, and i'm going to explain my world. In the Blackberry Institute we were given numbers to represent what room we were in. I was 276. It was marked at the on my back (on my scrubs). We also had bar codes our neck representing ourselves. Oh, and, unremovable bracelets that could fuse together as handcuffs when an orderly switches a button on their remote-thingy.

I looked up as the doors bursted open, all heads in the room quickly looking. Two ordelies were dragging in a struggling boy.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He screamed. "FUCK OFF!"

I smiled. There, i saw something different. Someone like me.
They laid him down on the floor and put his wrists together, and the bracelets conjoined into handcuffs behind his back. The boy sat still on the floor.

"Not so tough now, eh?" One of the orderlies almost whispered in the boy's ear.

The ordely probably thought no one other than the boy heard him. But i did.

The boy pursed his lips. He then kicked the orderly whispering in the balls, making him hold his crotch in pain.

"KNOCK HIM OUT!" The man boomed to the other orderly.

The other ordely quickly jabbed a needle in the boy's neck, knocking him out in seconds. They carried him off threw the room into the halls. I went back to playing with my hair. Couldn't wait to talk to him.

Notes

Well, that was the first chapter. Hope you liked it, theres more to come, blah blah blah.
-xoxo Frkshw