SeekingNostalgia

 I woke up at around 5:30 AM the next morning. I didn't know the actual time, but when I looked out the window, it was still dark. I turned on the lamp, got up and stretched, feeling a slight prick of pain in my right shoulder. I walked around my room, no longer feeling tension in my legs. I sat back down on the bed and turned off the heating blanket. I made my bed, and while I did, my stomach growled with hunger, "D.J?" I called out, "Are you awake?" I didn't get a response, so I guessed he wasn't. I walked out to the living room, feeling the soft carpet under my feet. I know he said he would make me breakfast, but I was already too hungry t

 "Take a step you monster!" Suddenly I was kicked in the back end hard, sending me partly across the room. I looked behind me and tried my best to glare. It didn't work. I heard laughter erupt from the experimenters, and I stood up, on my hind legs. This made the experimenters gasp and cheer with happiness. I guess I could do something to make them happy. I took a step, and then another, and then another. They were appalled that I could actually do something good. This is one reason they were filling my body with awful chemicals. They wanted me to become like the rest of their nasty mutts. The orange haired experimenter picked me up and hande

I wanted him so bad at that moment, I could taste it. Watching my role model, my idol, dancing and singing his heart out. Just thinking about it sent chills up my spine, but being there, actually watching him do what he loves, made my senses overload. The sound was overpowering, the smell of sweat was pretty nasty, and all the contact with people who I had no idea who was driving me insane, but in a good way. All I wanted was him. He's what pushed me to be who I am today. He's saved me from suicide. Even though life has been a long, raging storm, he has always pulled me through it with the positive sounds of his music. His singing was extrava