The end, so far.

I can't believe they took it this far. I had a bit of hope they still see me as their daughter, not just a test subject. But here I am, in white robe, on a bed in a hospital not knowing what they did to me. But I don't feel good. There is something injected into my arm. I have never seen this stuff.

Where is my phone? How long have I been here? He has to be freaking out by now. He's been acting strange recently.. Probably me too. Has to be their fault. I tried to act the same but it's been too much for me recently. What will happen now with me? I don't wanna go back. They probably made up a story to not look bad. I hope they noticed. Or that I will get the chance to tell the truth. 

I am so cold... I can't do anything but think and that is hard too. I hope I am not dying. I mean, there are tons of devices and none of them are going crazy so I think I am okay.

I hope he is okay. I need to send a message or something. How? I can't. Maybe you can somehow call a nurse. I don't think i have the strength to do that. I will explain everything when I can. I have to tell somebody, else it will not end.

I wonder what I will be told when someone comes. Last thing I remember is being hooked up to whatever my parents made. It has to be that they took it too far this time. What else? Whatever it is, I hope it's not permanent and i will be okay. I don't think there is something different about me. I am just so weak and tired. Thats all. I guess I will go back to sleep. It's the only thing i can do... the only thing I am capable of right now. I hope I am okay.