~ One month later ~
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Every day for the last month has been excruciatingly painful. I cried all the time unless I was working. It was strange for me. Not even when I was being experimented on did I cry like this.
The doctors at the lab practically tortured me, and even starved me on several occasions, still I had never cried like this. I wasn't sure what was wrong really. The only way I could describe it was like my soul was being ripped apart.
Still, I picked myself up and forced myself to go on. I traveled on a bus for 12 hours before hopping off. But I didn't stop there. I kept going for a few days. Some of the way I walked, most of the way was by bus though.
By the time I stopped I was at another small town in Maine. I found a motel to
