I try to breathe, but the liquid filling my mouth stops me. My senses are dull, pain in my temples almost drowned out by the emptiness in my stomach. They starved me till the Doctors thumb and index finger could easily meet around my arm. I barely remember the past years. The experiments, starving, sleepless nights feverishly making myself sick, fearing. I hoped for a day where tomorrow wasn’t something to dread. They told me to obey them. But I guess I didn’t understand the stupid instructions. You could have stopped it. But you kept reading. Go on. Click off. Forget.