Test 'n stuff: Days One through Ten

Instructions

Day One My head is pounding, as if it was being repeatedly banged against a wall. There’s some nasty black tar like muck dribbling from my mouth, and the charm around my neck is whimpering. Charm. Its warmth is familiar, like Déjà vu. Déjà vu. What a funny word. Wonder what it means. The charms usual bright, dandelion yellow fur is dark and sullen, like the life had been drained from it. Day two I’m shivering, it’s uncontrollable, my head still hurts like there’s no tomorrow. The Tar is getting everywhere, it's all over my fur. It reeks of blood and rot. My charm is silent now, but is stone cold. I try to lick it awake. Nothing happens, well except for it getting covered in Tar. I curl up on the ground, trying to wake it up. Still, nothing happens. Day Three Today he came again, told me to sit still and removed the charm. He came back with a new one. this one was warmer but shrieked at the top of its lungs, although I doubt he could hear it. I chewed on it for a while, trying to shut it up, but it just kept shrieking. It kept me awake. It was hard to think, and it was too cold anyway. Day Four My head doesn’t hurt as much, probably the shrieking, i'll have to thank him, somehow. I wonder why he doesn't visit. He used to. He would come in, just watch. Watch, they all did. Like hawks. Whenever they came in. Hawks. What are hawks, they sound scary. Day Five Hunger and fatigue have gotten the better of me, and I'm lying limply on the hard cold surface, breathing heavily. I glance down at the charms and attempt to speak. Speak. What does that even mean? Whatever it is, it sounds really nasty, a gross gurgling noise,Tar sputtering everywhere. Day Six Today they came in with food, although I yet again don’t know what that is. but I like it. It makes me want more though, and I ‘speak’ again, pleading for more. They ‘speak’ something, sounds much more pleasant than when I do it, and then walk away. Hopefully they're getting more. I wait for what seems like forever. Still no ‘food. I glance down at my charm. It’s screaming is making my head hurt again. Day Seven My charm is starting to give me a full on migraine now. It’s starting to become hard to focus. Day Eight They strapped me down this time. Poked something shiny into my paw, didn’t hurt to much, but it did make me feel funny. Lights were everywhere as they left. Buzzing noises. Things started to blackout for a bit. Day Nine The blood smell is overpowering, I feel sick, Tar keeps bubbling out of my mouth. It dries and cakes my fur in the terrible odor. Day Ten I keep having these strange spasms where everything goes back, then fades back to color, then again, for about, um, a few times. Then it stops. My charm shrieks. They come back and poke my paw again. Repeat.