But how, I never had killed anyone before. Let alone with my nails, I’d never even drawn blood with them. Certainly, people said I had, but I had never! I heard a loud harumphf! and looked away from my nails to stare at a man dressed in a white doctor’s coat. He sighed at me and said, “Hello, Carlie, my name is Doctor Mills. I’ve been your doctor for the limited amount of time you’ve been here.” “Yeah, so, what’s this supposed to mean to me?” He sighed at me, then said, “You’d best get some rest. You’ve got a lot of things to learn tommorrow.”

“Can’t you even tell me why I’m here, WHY I’M RESTRAINED, maybe?” I snarled at his back, but he was already gone, the door closing softly behind him with a final click. I let out a loud groan, because with my hands all tied up I could do nothing. Nothing! I couldn’t scratch my head, I couldn’t reach for a glass of water, I couldn’t ever eat! There was nothing in here I could use to hurt myself, everything was bolted down, anyway. So why was I here, can anyone tell?