Alex's Point of View.

They gave me a skin tight body suit.

The color was white.

I was forced into it.

I didn't ask for the pain, it was stolen from me two years ago.

I got stolen.

I was beaten.

I was scarred for life.

They gave me a number.

198.

It was tattooed on the back of my neck.

It hurt.

That's when I realized I wasn't Alex Gaskarth anymore.

I was just a number in a sea of faces that have been in this one too many times.

I'm terrified.

I'm lonely.

They shove me in a room with the other boys in the matching outfits.

They call out numbers as the men sitting in the red velvet looking chairs point at us.

"Two Twenty One" A man calls.

We called him Jake and thats the last number they call for the day.

I realize that I'm safe for one more day.

We head back to our bunkers where they keep us before we're brought back the next day.

I'm not friends with a lot of them.

I don't even talk much.

Can you blame me?

My family is gone.

My whole life.

Gone.

Everything.

Gone.

Forever.

I lie in my bed since there's really nothing to do.

What can there be to do?

They don't even allow us to speak.

I feel completely isolated.

I just want my family.

Is that too much to ask?

Notes

Most of the chapter credit goes to Sarah's Butterflies because I was stumped. So... here ya go. The last like... thirty to forty words are mine.
Title Credit: Kenny Chesney
-Jenna<3