Screaming and shouting; rushed footsteps; panting; echoing hallways; sirens; doors being slammed shut and locked; snarling and yapping dogs outside...

I guess you could say that things were a little out of control here at this particular moment.

But I'm sure that once I have explained everything, you will understand why I had to do this.

You see; I have been trapped in here for as long as I remember, and I'm sure my parents and brother are terribly worried about me. They did not have my consent to just take me here of all places and decide to poke and prod me with many different instruments, and for that I am truly annoyed.

I don't know why these people were doing these things to me but most of the time they really hurt, and all they would do is just stand there and write things down on multiple pieces of paper that were held together on clipboards. If I didn't know any better I would say that they were using me as a human guinea pig for things that I cannot think of right now, but I'm sure it's a cure for something that could be used for humans.

I can't even figure out how I had escaped at this moment; all I am trying to focus on is trying to escape from this prison and not get caught.

The only straight forward information I have, is that smoke had surrounded the room, and the glass pod that I had been contained inside had been smashed slightly; enough for me to make a big-enough hole for myself to fit through without injuring myself. I also noticed that there were four other pods in the large room that looked exactly like mine, though each pod was separated by thick walls, with curtains that should cover them at the front, but have been ripped off the hinges. They had also been smashed as if people had escaped before me, but that was impossible; I was the only person to be captured and contained here. If there were others, I think I would have heard them, even when the people put me to sleep with an injection all of the times they had finished with testing things on my poor body. I don't even know how I survived all of this and still feel like a normal human; I have lost count of how many tests they have carried out on me.

It was only at that point that I realised I was completely naked, and I felt sick at the sight of myself, as well as the thought that so many people had seen me like this. I had multiple bruises and possible scars from where I had been stabbed with needles and slammed myself against anything I could to escape, and my skin was paler than how I remembered it to be when I was first taken in.

I decided to try and look at anything [i]but[/i] my body and caught sight of a spare lab coat hung over a chair beside what looked like an operating table, which made me hurry over to it and slip it on. Luckily it was long enough to cover past my knees and close to my ankles and wasn't too baggy, so I would not look [i]completely[/i] naked, and just look like I am wearing shorts, or underwear at least.

There were also a number of files beside each pod that had 'TOP SECRET' printed in red across the fronts of them on top of small table tops, but I didn't have the time to grab one as the people's voices began to sound louder, clearer and [i]closer[/i].

So I did the only thing I could think of... I ran.

I slammed myself against the heavy metal doors and sprinted down the halls; noticing that my vision had almost straight away been limited by more thick smoke. But I kept going; despite the strong and sudden smell of fires that flooded my nostrils and made me feel slightly light-headed.

My bare feet pounded against the cold hospital-like flooring and increased the sounds of the echoing as I ran, and I tried my best to ignore the sound of my heartbeat throbbing in my ears as well as my heavy panting as I caught sight of a man that was wearing a white lab coat much like my own running towards myself through the smoke. I stopped running then, only to hide behind a corner and attempt to catch my breath.

My eyes closed on their own accord as I tried to quieten my rough and jagged breaths that were coming out in short pants in order to stay safe, and as soon as I heard the footsteps pass I sighed a breath of relief before continuing to run in the direction I had been headed for.

The sound of dogs increased as I finally caught sight of the front doors, and I stopped running to grab and turn the handles, though I hesitated for a moment.

If I ran outside I could get caught and taken back inside, or maybe even killed for escaping if they realise I may be capable of doing the same thing again; no matter how long it may take.

The only sound to really make me move and actually throw open the doors was the sound of a gunshot from within the building that didn't sound too far from where I was stood, and I darted outside before shutting the doors and leaning against them as I took a look around and let my body relax for a moment.

I couldn't help but smile to myself, when I realised that I had found the [i]back[/i] doors to the building, and that the tall fencing with circles of barbed wire attached to the top had already been ripped open.

[i]I was free.[/i]