Does my story opening get your attention?

Its only the first paragraph so far,

"There's a place for us. They keep us away from the all seeing eyes of the nation and burrow us into a country house stranded in the middle of a desert of golden grass. We don't 'fit in', we were 'different', 'special' some may say. Us the cripples, the terminal and the mentally ill. We are abandoned. Our families stolen and our lives torn away without a shred of hope the hell we were in would end. Nothing about us is 'normal', we're outcasts. We are ugly, disgusting, nobody wants us. That's what they think. Maybe their right. Perhaps we are outcasts." Myles lectured us as if addressing a large audience, which was in fact is just Harris and myself. His voice is loud, and there's no sign of his stutter. If I had just met him on the street I would have thought he was your average teenage boy, not dying. Harsh, to just come out with dying straight away but he is. That's the truth there's no hiding it anymore. We all are, some faster than others. In our case we were all in the fast lane, destination; unknown.

Please give me constructive criticism on how to improve, if you didn't like it please tell me why. Thanks to anyone who does.