Born to Die

Chapter 4: A New Diagnosis

Camilla's P.O.V.

I woke up in bed, next to someone I've been in school with since 1st grade. His name was Joshua and we hadn't necessarily been on great terms through our years together. I leaped out of bed, only to realize that below my hips was totally numb and unable to move. I collapsed to the floor and Joshua had to put me back in bed before the madman had returned to see me in bad condition, of which I would receive the injection.

I turned over in bed to look into his eyes. His pupils were small and by the smell of his clothes I could tell he had been smoking marijuana. I asked him what his morals were for being there and he said that he caught me passed out with a lit cigarette.

"Well thanks. I know we haven't been really nice to each other the past couple years, but I'm glad we're talking. You make me feel better," I said lightheaded. He nodded and proceeded to getting me a bottle of water and some Valium, which would help my nerves calm down.

His condition wasn't much better than mine, as he had lost at least 20 pounds since our overdue arrival to the hell house. He had always been a thin kid, but he always looked healthy. As of now, he just looked like food was completely abolished from him.

He sat down next to me and gave me a concentrated stare. When I asked him what was wrong, he only smiled and replied nothing. After a while of this happening, he finally told me what was going on. We had become friends with a nurse that was against this whole mastermind plan of creating a new human race that would outlast death even longer.

Once my condition had worsened, she finally broke free along with Joshua of what was wrong with me. I had developed antisocial personality disorder, which is defined as lacking sympathy and guilt for anything; many killers had this disorder. She retrieved medication for my medical issues when she was released my Mr. Psychopath, another developed name, to get medication and other food items.

Grace had become a emotional support and so did other people around me. Because of my medication and support, my condition became more and more healthy and I could walk again. No one really knew the reason why I lacked the ability to walk, but either way I was healing.

There was just one issue that I had; my addiction to cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol that was stripping me of achieving maximum health.