It's a  miracle I am still even alive ....

I am at the mercy of these .... these creatures.  I have absolutely no idea what they want from me or why I am even here, strapped down to a table, while these hideous gray beings do unspeakably horrible things to me.

I have already been stabbed, poked, prodded, cut ... needles being poked into just about every area of my body, my lifesigns being recorded on their big, fancy machines with numbers that make absolutely no sense to me, and interrogated by these heinous aliens.  

I don't know what is going to happen to me, but they obviously want something from me.  I don't know if I am going to end up as alien breakfast or the sex object of some female E.T. and father her child or what, but I don't like it one bit.  I don't want TO be here.  I want to be in the comfort of my own house in suburbia, along with my family!  I want to have my life back!!

I can see, but my vision is blurred.  Don't know if it is from the needles or whatever was in them; in any event, my eyesight isn't as clear as it was before I got taken hostage.  I just wish I knew what these things were saying to me; I don't speak Alien!  To me it sounds like nonsense gibberish!  I don't know if I am still human or turning into one of ... them ...; I want nothing more than to get out of here!  

Yet one question remains fresh in my mind: how in the HELL do I get out of here??  

~To be continued.~