I grew up moving between Cherno, where my father lived and Russia when I was younger. I guess I'm still young. We never had a lot of money. I grew up mainly in a small Russian village. I remember it was on a hot summer day in July. I was with my two younger brothers, Adrik and Artur. That day some men in suits came. They looked so out of place. That was the last time I saw my brothers or mother.
It is cold and dark most of the time. The happiest part of my day is when they feed me. They don't talk to me, so I soon gave up on trying to talk to them. Then came the pain and needles... It hurt at first. Then it started as a small black spot that grew and grew. I then lost sight in my left eye. Doctor Ivan was not happy. There were more needles and more side effects. With them came more anger and frustration. It seemed like so long, but it was hard to keep track of time. Hours felt like days, and minutes like hours. Then God gave me a way to keep tracks of the months. I counted nine, but who knows how long I was there before. One day the food stopped coming. Then there was alarms and gunshots. Then everything went quiet. I'm used to the quiet, but this was different. My door wasn't locked anymore. I was free…..
Blindness in left eye
Numbness in right arm/hand elbow down
Tightness in jaw
Pinhole scars- Across upper chest and back
2-3 inch skinny scars- Across most of her lower legs
Tattoo- 76004 is tattooed on her right inner arm