19 September 2020

Dear Diary,

I woke up, and I could sense the same itching from yesterday morning. And that means the parasite inside me is most likely doing something weird to my body, such as reproducing or drinking my blood or whatever the thing is doing inside me. But, this thing doesn't even bother me that much. It must be because of the drug they are launching inside my body, that what was the researchers and doctors told me while they were analyzing me.

When I wake up, someone knocked on my door, and I responded to that knock by saying: "Come in!", and there was a guard dressed in armor, who was armed with a flamethrower. This was not a good image to wake up to.

The guard aimed his flamethrower at me, but right when he was about to shot a flame at me, he asked me a stupid question. "Are you Alejandro Galzoneon?". This dude is blind, or he cannot tell the difference between a girl and a boy. Even though we live in the 21st century, you can sometimes confuse a girl with a man due to transgenders, homosexuals, and other genders invented by people who are using Tumblr, Twitter, and any other toxic social media. I replied to guard my name, and he responded. "I am sorry for the mistake, D-078556. You should be happy today." and he leaves with the flamethrower from my cell. Now I feel really sorry for the guy, and I hope it is not the one next to my cell.

Later this day, one researcher comes to my door and asked me if I feel the itching again. And I responded "Yes.". And he gives me the medicine I need, the same pills and the same number of them. Then he leaves my door while I take my pills and I once again have to deal with my bug arm, but this time it is different, because my left leg was also transformed into a bug limb, and this has freaked me out a little. I did not scream, because this might have been alerting the guards, but I decided to keep it by myself and continue staying in this cell until my time of escape will come if it will ever come.

A few hours later, since I took the medication, a guard has given me my meal, which consists of rice, orange, and a glass of water. I put the meal on the table where I sometimes write this small journal for those researchers, who will be using it in their experiments when they will get rid of me or when I will escape from this place.