I lay here, strapped to the bed, like I have been for what seems like forever.
It’s been a long time, two weeks, if my calculations are right, which is questionable since there are no windows in this room. But if I’m right, it’s been two weeks since my father was here. I’m not sure which is worse, the pain or the hunger.
It only felt like a couple days after he left that the man who gives me the injections left, too, and he hasn’t been back. I was okay for a while because I had the IV fluids dripping into my body, but that dried up over a week ago. I’ve relieved myself multiple times, and now everything in here smells terrible. The area between my legs feels raw, and I'm worried it's getting infected, which it probably is.
I hear the pitiful sound of the creature in the other room. He s
