#tw testing

Two workers where at my sides, I was strapped to a table with leather, I wanted to struggled, but they had near complete control over my life and what happened.

On the other hand though, actually dying.

One worker held up a 'empty' syringe, but knowing these guys, the syringe was probably full of a colorless chemical fluid, man this facility was kind of fucked.

I felt the needle puncture my pale skin, nearly gliding past the vein, no, more like through the vein, the liquid they injected stung.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to cry.

But I couldn't.

Why couldn't I cry?

Am, am I paralyzed?

Me, tired, but still remembering AIR testing going on: “whuddu yu meeeen??? I don have school.”

My stepdad:

I hadn’t even seen it when I wrote that, and when I said “The NBC version is better” I meant Raul Esparza’s portrayal. You have every right to not like him though.