It's not done... and I'll admit, a little strange... Things get cleared up eventually in this story though... Not that I'm gonna finish it. I got the idea while sitting, depressed at my G-parents house. Then I typed some more at homw and some more at their house again. (They don't even live close by o.O)

CAGED
I am in a small dark place. I used to be afraid. Bars surround me, they are cold, they are metal, and I cannot speak. I’ve heard them call me things, so I learned to understand. Sometimes they take me out and do terrible things to me. When they take me out I have fear and I used to cry, but it got easier as I grew. I cannot talk because I do not know how. And because there is no one to talk to. Here they come again. To take me out and pull me to that room; the room with that man in it. He is nice to me, and says nice things, but I’m not a fool. I don’t like this steel against my skin, and they take it off when they put me in that room, and a few minutes later I wish the steel was back on my wrists, I wish the bars surrounded me again. They feed me, but I don’t know what it is. It doesn’t taste good, but it’s not awful. Sometimes there is something alive in it and that makes me happy. I become friends with it, but it’s selfish of me. I only like the small animal because it’s worse off than me. It dies faster. It is weaker. That is where I get my strength. I tried to escape once. They hit me really hard, and I bled. But they also didn’t put me in that room for a while.
It is not always the same man in the room. Sometimes it is a woman too. That part is interesting. I used to mumble a lot but this new guarder bangs on the metal bars when I do. The room is too dark, so I can’t see past the bars. I liked the old guarder. He was younger and pleasing to my eyes. He spoke to me in a small voice when we were alone, and that is how I learned to understand words. He called me one word that means ‘nice to look at’ and it started with a ‘bee’ sound but I can’t remember the word. They push me into a hallway with light it hurts my eyes so I always close my eyes. Then into the room. Right before then the big furry hands grab my arms and take off the steel. Sometimes they laugh or touch me, but my eyes are still closed then. The room is usually dark, or with dark lights so I can open my eyes. I still don’t open them though.
I used to open them but it was bad. This time the room was pitch black. I walked inside and they shut the door behind me. It was dark so I opened my eyes
“Come here.”
A soft nice voice. I hated him. I walked toward the voice and the man picked me up. He put me on the bed.
“Sit here, it’s okay now. You’re gonna be okay now.”
That isn’t what they usually say. But it didn’t matter. The voice was young, I had only heard one that young before.
“I’m going to get you out of this place.”
It was a whisper voice. What place? Where was I going?
He kissed my head. Just my head, not any other part. This was a strange man.
“Come on now.”
He took my hand and pulled me to the opposite side of that room and I walked with him.
“I need you to get in here.”
He pulled my hand to touch a box. It was softer then my bars but harder than the beds. It was empty inside, and a whole side came off. I climbed in, and it was very small, but he closed it up. It made the same sound that the men make before they start. But this sound was much longer. Soon I was alone in this box, and the box tilted and started to move. Like I was being carried but smoothly. The trip inside the rolling box got rougher and I assumed the person had begun to walk very, very fast.
The rocking put me to sleep.

When I woke up there were really bright lights, and they were everywhere. I closed my eyes, but soon could open them almost all the way. I was on a big flat thing. It was soft and I liked it. I liked it until I realized it was a bed. I didn’t like beds, so I climbed off and stood on the floor. But my legs hurt from squeezing into the soft box. I crouched on the floor. Sometimes I crouched behind the bars, but I wasn’t allowed to crouch in the room. I was supposed to lay flat in the room. I wrapped my arms around my knees and listened to the rushing sound. But after a while the rushing stopped and a door opened, I couldn’t see the door because I was crouched on the other side of the bed but I could hear the door and knew what sound a door made. So I knew it was a door.
“Where’d you go!?!??”
It was the voice from before, and it was loud and alarmed. I stood up because I was alarmed and was in trouble. I looked at the man. He was young. And he was pleasing to the eyes. And I felt that I knew him.
I breathed hard once when he saw me, and I was still scared because I was in trouble.
“There you are.”
He walked over to me. I closed my eyes. He picked me up and put me on the bed. He was wearing just a long cloth that hung around his waist.