Snippet #7434

I awake and am back in my cell. I don't know if it is morning or evening, but what I do know is I've had another surgery. I feel around to see if there is any changes on the exterior of my body. It seems there is. For I feel something hard and strange pocking out of my back. It's a fin. And I had thought that they were done! It seems I was wrong. Now that I think more and clearer I vaguly remember someone saying something about me officaly being done. I pear out of the tank and see the most disgusting site, a poor girl covered in fur and wearing a collar. She's a cat. Now I am of course still smart. They can't give me stupidity. Cats and fish don't mix, even if I tecnically aren't part fish, but shark. I hide my head under. I am afraid to come out. What if while I am walking over it bites me? What if it tries to eat me? What if... What if I die from being out of water now that I am complete? Katrina, I tell my self, get a hold of it. You can't be called this name anymore. From here on out it's KT or Fin. And no more what ifs.