Cell Block Writings.[Closed]

[River Illia]

(Private use only)

Day 1

It happened so fast. Quick as the bunny running through the desert to escape the snake. One minute I saw the sun, and the next arms grabbed me. I should have known not to trust travis. That no problem baby I got your butt covered was his way of telling me I was nothing to him.

Now Im stuck. Bars covered in white and needles stuck in me. Just because I was stupid enough to think that I could trust again. My own fault. Stupid river very stupid. Pops would have told me that I shot myself in the foot if he was alive. Hes dead course. Thats how this mess started. Orphan river trusting the hand that feeds her.

Next time self, I'm ignoring you. Course that advice doesn't help me now does it self? nope. Your caught, foot in the trap, and all you got left is brains and sneak. At least until the government cuts your brain open to feast on the flesh inside. Stupid river.

Day 1. River is stupid. Day 2. Get out. If that plan fails, play sweet little girl and hope some big dumb ox likes the butt that got you in this mess.

R.

[River Illia]

Day 4.

Thank god for hiding places. Attila the hun came in and room searched like this was a vegas strip joint. But I ain't lived for twenty some years hiding for nothing. I got you covered safe. Then sloppy joe came in to feed me the "drugs".

So day 2 escape? Obviously failed. I got Attila, Sloppy, and Gorgeous Dr Evil watching me. Attila is the worst. She figures she's read my file and knows Im a dangerous sort. A liability to all good medical staff. Sloppy is the ox of my dreams, but he knows where the money comes from and he ain't touching me. Dr evil? Nough said. Sits me down on Day 2 and explains that this is for my "own" good. HAH. good? Save it doc. I'm just the girl with the high iq who managed to do a few things normal girls don't do and get noticed as a freak.

Sorry book, can't tell you what. If they find you, Im screwed up this river with no oar. So for now lets just say I uh dipped my hand in the wrong cookie jar.

Day 3 sucked. Same old. Moniters, needles, drugs and a dose of elevator music to complete the torture. They haven't cut me yet, but they will. When the tests come back negative, when the brain vibes don't add up. Better yet, when the cookies spill out of my brain, 1+1 will equal 33 and I'm gonna go under. I hate that part.

Today was meet and greet. By this I mean the guy next store kept screaming for the president to save him. And weepy girl sobbed.

Wanna hear a joke book? What do you get when a blind duck crosses the road? Nothing. Because the duck dies and the road just keeps moving on. I know its not funny. But I don't feel funny today. This is my fourth time in a joint like this and I'm blurred on the same old thing.

Day 5 plan, hope for the worst and be pleasently surprised you got jello.

R.

[River Illia]

Day 7.

Sorry book. Was drugged up the gills for a few days. Attila figured out I was hiding the drugs in the one high vent in the room and decided shots were in order. Once more I prevailed in hiding you. Morons don't look in plain sight and Attila's IQ is lower then mine.

Day 5 and 6 I was drugged, but this morning I managed to get another "delightful" chat with Dr. evil. Mostly it was blah followed by blah and ending in the usual question "I do hope today's talk has helped you River?". But I did smile even if creepily when his eyes darted to my test papers. The reflection in his eyes showed me the answers I'm used to. Brain vibes: Abnormal. Blood tests: Too many bugs in the system.

I wish book I hadn't been born this way. Born a freak. Someone whose just tossed in the system like a lab rat because my parents didn't have the good sense to use birth control. It just gets frustrating. I sit here in these cell's every time I get dragged in and wait for the moment when I can run away. Knowing that I'll never be free.

What gets me this time is that the only reason I was caught was because I thought travis understood me. Guess not. Sloppy revealed outside my door last night that trav sold me for a few measly hundred dollars and a head start to running. Moron. They'll catch him faster then they did me.

Four weeks book. Start the count down. You'd think they'd figure out that its the weak link in the uncle sam's belt but I'm not gonna clue them in. Before the seizures but after the headaches. Thats my clue to hide away like the rabbit.

Day 8. Work on sloppy more to weaken the chain.

Back to drug land now.

R.

[River Illia]

Day 10.

Getting closer book. Strange looks, followed by tilting heads of Attila. Should be in a week I'll finally get the talk from Dr. Evil.

I know book, you haven't had me write about the talk yet. But thats cause this place is brand new and so are you. The talk is when Dr Evil sits me in a big fluffy chair in his private office and explains that "abnormalities have been found." All the brain bugs I have in other words. After that he goes on to say that their too complicated for me to understand and that they need more testing in a place that has better analysts.

Thank goodness book I have never made it to that heavenly place of witch doctors. I have a feeling they'd cut my brain out and use it for that fish egg stuff they like to eat. Anyways, they do the talk, pack me up and ship me off, usually with the ox or nurse. I'm hoping for Sloppy this round, cause Attila pays way too much attention to detail.

Back to the drugs book, I hear footsteps and that means its chemical food processing time.

Day 11. Plan to be nice to ox so he'll drive me to witch doc central.

R.

[River Illia]

Day 12.

Blood day. Weak as a cougar with a thorn in its paw. Damn leeches feel the need to suck out my blood like their vampires or something. "Testing..must do more testing" I hate these days the most. One blood draw is never enough and being as I am just a creature to them, it doesn't register that after 4 or 5 or 6 draws, I'm about to pass out dead.

At least the food on these days is good. gotta keep the victim's strength up to full max. Nothing can be allowed to interfere with the precious holy grail of liquids and powders to mix with my blood. At least it makes me sleep, being so drained. Otherwise I'd just tell them to take it all.

Last night book, I had a dream. It was per usual the rest of my dreams. Lots of numbers, faces of strangers and social events I knew nothing of. But then thats my life. Watching and looking. Hoping that some day Ill hide well enough to never be bothered again. Or at least have some wonderful event occur where all the doctors suddenly die in a weird fire. Then there'd be nobody to haunt me day and night about being a freak. I can pretend to be normal, practiced plenty with pa. But its the ones who poke and prod me that drive me crazy.

Course Pa always said I had three feet in madness and one foot ready to run away.

Day 13. Keep playing nice with ox and wait for the moment.

R.

[River Illia]

Day 15.

The orders are in book. They are transferring me to the big house, and the bonus part is that ox is driving. You my friend are going to end up ashes, but I might end up golden.

according to the whispers, their taking me the long route, which means small towns, long roads and enough time for ox to need food and gas. I bribed the lower guy to give me the type of car their using and its van which means open space for me to get at dangerous pieces of metal if worse comes to worse.

In the meantime, I'm stuck listening to Dr. Evil tell me how he's sad to see me go and he wishes they could help me. Having gained nothing from me before, he gives one last heave ho to see if I'll snatch on and tell him everything. I ignored it and concentrated on planning the beginnings of my escape.

Now I just have to hope this next bunny hop with land me in freedom and not a lobotomy.

Here's hoping book.

R.