My Living Dead Life (UNDER EDIT)

Chapter 4

 It felt like I had been asleep forever, and apparently I had. Next thing I know I'm waking up in the hospital quarters of the building with needles in my veins and wire connections all over me.

 "What the hell..?" I say groggily, looking at all the wires attached to my arms.

 "Oh thank god, she's awake!" I heard Emilia say before she entered the room, probably alerting everybody.

 "Why am I in here? What happened to my room?" I looked over at her.

 "Con, you have been brain dead for about 3 days now and for about a week your body shut down." 

 I looked sharply at her. "No way, I'm already dead so how would I be brain dead? My body doesn't function normally anyway."

 "No, I mean everything stopped working, your kidneys, bladder, muscles, nerves, and then lastly your brain. You wouldn't be able to speak with me now if you were brain dead." Emilia calmly explains to me.

 Once again I felt stupid, I really need to go back to school. I sat there silently thinking about what she had told me. 

 "So does this mean I'm dying..?" I nearly whispered.

 "Yes, Connie. Unfortunately, we knew this was inevitable we just didn't want to tell you that you didn't have a chance. You never did." Mark walks in and stands about three feet away from the bed, telling me rather harshly. 

 I judge the distance between he and I and wonder if I were to leap if I would reach all the way to him and I could just kill him right there. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to have a chance. That's the main reason why my parents sent me here; to save me.

 "How dare you?" I lash out at him, "you gave me false hope! You were nice to me only to tell me that I am going to die and I never had a chance? Fuck you, Mark." I spat at his feet.

 "Easy does it, Connie." Emilia grabbed my hand and placed it gently in hers. 

 "No!" I snatched my hand from her. "Fuck you too! You went along with it, acting like my friend. Telling me I was getting better, experimenting on me probably just because you needed a fucking test dumby."

She stared at me dumb founded. My lip curled in disgust and at the moment, I didn't want to be in that room. I didn't want to be around anyone that had any clue about my condition. I wanted them all dead. I wanted to feel their blood on my hands and spell out 'go to hell' in their blood on the wall.

 "Steph, get your other men. She's starting to turn." Mark warned someone.

 "Nice, you set her off, Mark. Great going." Emilia muttered, quickly moving away from me. 

 I sat there in silent rage as I watched around the room, looking for any kind of escape. I watched the three men step inside and get next to me. Too close, I didn't say nothing because I studied them. Mark and Emilia slipped out of the room. I looked over the first guy, probably turned on by some pissed adult chick glancing him over. I noticed the gun holstered at his waist, a little behind. Next, the other tall guy in the room he was a dumber than me because his gun was in his jean waistband in the front close to his crotch. Although I do have to say he looked a little tougher, probably less likely to give in to desire. The third guy was medium build and hard dark brown hair and these bright blue eyes, I don't know it must have been something about him. He didn't carry a gun but I could see the firm outline of a knife in his front pocket. 

 I moved silently and normally so that they didn't think anything was too suspicious. I took all of the wires off me. The boy with brown hair and blue eyes was staring at me a lot. I continued pulling things off me and then the needles. I lay back in the bed and stare at the ceiling.