Military Stitches

Pain. So much pain. Complete darkness. My own body tearing, ripping and stitching itself together again. The same torturous process over and over again. My thoughts, 'Why me?' The men in green surgeon's coats, the pain that followed them, 'Why me?' My parents crying faces 'Why us?' 'I know why, I was born for it they said. To help save others with this desease they said. To be a lab rat they said...' 'Wait, WHAT?!' 'Where am I?' 'More importantly, where's the pain?'