***** DAY 23 ******
I feel hot, too hot that my skin burns. I smell the gasoline in my hands. An old man gave me a couple of them in exchange for touching my body. He even drives me here, but they shoot him before he even realizes what I am planning.
My body aches, but it is nothing compared to the pain they’ve caused me. I sense laughter coming from my gut and I let it all out. I laugh or rather scream; it doesn’t matter. What matters is that the facility is burning. The fire devouring my prison–but home to my family.
There are screams all around, but those come from the adults, human adults who caused this gnashing pain in my chest. They killed him! They killed Este! So I will kill them all! My family surrounds me, throwing the corpses into the fire that’s in front of me.
‘Cadence,
