August 12^th, 2012. 3:30 p.m.

They left me. They tossed me here. After pushing my head through sorts of heated substances.

They just tossed me in here after using me.

"Dirty", that's what they called me. 

They've called me by my name ^__ 'till they used me for what they wanted.

August 12^th, 2012. 3:45 p.m.

Hundreds, thousands, some like me, some flat, round, small, big. Stacked up; crammed. 

All packed in one dark space, where the door closes and constant beeping noises are heard.

August 12^th, 2012. 3:50 p.m.

They sprayed us down with water hotter than the devils tears; I believed we were prepping for a boil.

They shot us with suds for hours it seems like. 

Torture ^__ the smell of steamy lavender filled the tight atmosphere.

Then again, shot with hot scotching water^.

August 13, 2012. 2:00 a.m.

Days pass and go.

It's been told that many have reached their breaking point by the time the gates open.

^__ But I didn't. I went through so much, I felt like a goner, but I'm going to return, returning back into my cabin(et), return back home.

They say only people who were strong as steel made it out.

I was.

I am a survivor.

I am a fork.

I am.

Stainless Steel. 

End.