[ WP ] A race of slaves who really are genetically inferior

I was born to a normal family. Or I think I was. I ca n't be sure. I ca n't be sure of anything anymore. Maybe I was n't. 
 
 I spent my first 10 years living with that family. They gave me everything I needed. They made me feel special. 
 
 Then there was the doctor's appointment. They poked me with sharp shiny objects and made me do strange movements and shine bright things in my eye. After they made us come back. The person I would call mom was crying the whole time. I could n't understand any of it. It was scary. I ended up making my pants wet. I did that a lot when I got scared. Usually mom would make me wear something to keep my pants dry. She never got mad at me. I liked her. 
 
 The person I called Dad got mad at me over everything. He was the one who told me I would go to the doctor. I think he is the reason I'm here. 
 
 There was something bad in my blood they said. I do n't know how it got there. Maybe I ate some bad food. I once got sick over eating something out of the metal box in the kitchen. Dad got very angry at me. 
 
 Everything changed after this. Dad stopped talking to me. He would make pretend as if I was not there. Mom still tried to be nice, but she would not hug me as much. The doctor said that hugging was bad. I do n't understand why hugging could be bad. A few months later, they put me in a big car and made me go somewhere. Mom's eyes were very wet the whole time she was saying goodbye. I kept telling her to stop crying and petting her head and saying `` It's okay''. She would do that when I got scared a lot when I still lived there. 
 The place was scary. They put a long plastic tape thing around my neck and closed it so I could not take it off. I asked why I had to have it but they told me I was not allowed to ask questions. My bed was not very comfortable. There were a lot of beds in one big room. I had to be asleep by a certain number on the big clock in the big room. I never learned how to read those numbers. When I told one of the people there about it, they said someone like me never needs to know those numbers. 
 They would teach me things every day. I liked learning but I was not allowed to talk or else I would have to sleep in the cages in the othe big room. I did n't like sleeping in the cages. Mom and Dad never put me in a cage. 
 
 One day I am told I will be going somewhere else. I'm scared but happy. I think any place is better than that place. 
 
 The first thing they do is take off the plastic ring off my neck. I forgot how good it feels to not have anything plastic on my neck. They give me new clothes. They are more comfortable than the uniform I was wearing. They are my favorite color too: Light blue. The top part has a zipper and a hood. I like pulling it up and over my head. 
 
 I'm taken to a different room with a lot of lights. A man I do n't know is standing there. He looks like he is not very old. He looks me up and down and smiles. `` Hi, I'm Jake.'' They tell him that he should not have me call him that. He just smiles at them and says that I am cute and that he wants me. He then takes out a pen and writes things on a paper. I do n't know what is happening, but then he comes up to me and puts another long tape thing around my neck and snaps it shut. This one is less uncomfortable than the hard plastic one. He tells me that now I am his 
 
 Jake is really nice to me. He lets me sit in the front with him in his car. He lets me ask questions. I feel happy again. For the moment I make pretend I am normal. He takes me to a store and I push around a buggy with food things in it. He tells me to stay near him with the buggy, but I want to play with the buggy. I walk away to another place with food. He appears out of nowhere and smacks me across the head. It stings. I hold my head as I feel tears appear in my eye. I tell him that hurt. I ask why he hit me. 
 
 He says that since words do n't work, he has to treat me like a dog. I get upset and scared. I feel my pants get wet just like when I was younger. I tell him that I'm not a dog. I know I'm not normal but I know I am not an animal. He tells me that if I do n't like how he treats me, he can leave me on the side of the road. I lower my head. I do n't want to live on the side of the road. He pets my head and tells me it's okay. That it's not my fault I do n't understand. 
 
 I like Jake. He says I am bad sometimes so he has to hurt me or even make me sleep in my cage if I leave the house by myself, but he is very nice to me and gives me good things to eat. He is almost as nice as mom was. 
 
 I'm not normal, but sometimes I make pretend I am. 

