Blurb in case you didn't read it in the friggin Story Info

High School. A few years ago. I really can't remember. These. Dots. Look. Like. I. Have. Asthma.

Anyway. So I was in high school like any other normal student. Somewhat studious. Slightly Sardistic. Chatterbox. I have the voices in my head that talked to me but doesn't anyone?

Anyway, so I'm just walking home like the nice, innocent, slightly Sardistic (I swear that not how you spell it) (it is) (shut up) and then BAM. SLEEPY STUFF. BUNDLED UP. CHUCKED IN THE BACK OF A VAN. STRAPPED TO A TABLE. EXPERIMENTED ON. PLOT TWIST EVERYWHERE.

Actually, I'm telling you too much, just read the goddam story once Gracey updates it.