Left to rot

Chapter 1

Diávolos's POV
From now on she will be called Dia

I like to believe that I never really came out of that coma. I think the old me is still lying that hospital bed or maybe it flew to heaven in the course of the three years. One definite thing I can tell you is that the new me is never going to make it to heaven, in fact I might already be in hell.

Hi my name is diávolos, you can call me Dia, you will see at the top what I used to look like, pretty angle like huh. Anyway around four years ago I fell in love silly mistake right, falling in love, but then again is there even such a thing as love. His name was Jacob and no not like the guy from twilight, although I would always tease him about it. Everything in our relationship was going well until the incident and he finally found his Bella (like from Twilight hahah).
You want to know why I was in a coma for three years while my man fucked anything with a hole, well sit down cause this is gonna get emotional.

Flash back

"Hey honey lets go, we are at the restaurant" my beautiful boyfriend whispered in my ear as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Yass" I burst out loud as, I leaped to life. "Food, he finally feeds me!" I laugh, sending a teasing glare at Jacob who mocks hurt.

Little did I know that on that same night a pack of raging testosterone high men would bust through the door of the restaurant and shoot me. They didn't just shoot me, but the moment they walked in, their eyes pierced mine and smirked as if knowing they would be rewarded at the end of this, after all I am the heir to an insane amount of money. My father who had passed away when I was 15, had left me his company and great inheritance for me when I turned 18 and from today I would be owner of it all.They, the men, wore no masks and I could clearly see their gruff and un-kept faces as I lay in a puddle of my own blood, agony and tears. You would think my overprotective boyfriend would feel some agony as his five year girlfriend lay shot at and dying but all he did was nod at the men and pay the bill for the dinner, before walking away. That was the last I saw him before I fell asleep not to wake up for three years.

- Present Day, at the hospital -

"Hello Miss diávolos, please try and make any sort of movement if you can hear us" A strange and foreign voice said as my dark world became brighter and brighter.

"Uhhh' I groaned, as the light continued to fill my head, what the hell was that. "what happened?" I sighed as the lights were dimmed once they noticed my protest to open my eyes in the bright ass room.

"Miss diávolos, I don't know how to tell you this..." one of the unfamiliar men started before I impatiently cut him off.

"Then just tell me straight, jesus christ!" I yell. Did I just yell wtf I never yelled but then again this dude was being an idiot.
"You have been in a coma for the last three years" he spoke quickly and emotionlessly before writing some stuff on his clipboard. I had been in a coma for three years, i had missed out on three years of my life.
"Miss do you remember anything before you when into the coma?" He asked giving me no time to process his previous words.
"Ummm..." I thought, trying to organize the chaotic events playing over and over again in my mind.
"I was shot" I whispered trying to come to terms with reality.