Your Worst Nightmare

Part Thirteen

Experiment 134, Michelle Valencia

The sound of the gun going off was one of the best sounds I've heard in this building, ever. Feeling the bullet penetrate my skin and going deeper into my chest made it hard to breath, but that didn't matter.

The fact that my best friend, or traitor shot me did everything better. It's my turn to die now, it's my turn to leave this place and rest in peace.

I hadn't lost conscious when the Doctor screamed for paramedics to come. I did hear a bit of their conversation too; how they threatend Cole to death and how they screamed "She'll die if she doesn't get help NOW!".

I remember hearing guards rush in to take Cole down, him screaming because they hurt him, probably bad. I also felt hands on my naked chest; feeling them doing CPR to them lifeless body. But I felt it, I felt how they crushed my ribs to help my heart pump blood to my organs. And it hurt. Like fuck what it hurt.

I was paralyzed at the moment, my body was in shock of the fast happening blood loss as well as the fact that Cole actually did shoot me. How hard I even tried to make a move, a simple sound as a scream; It didn't work. This is reality. I'm going to die tonight, and it was because of my traitor who wanted me to be free.

My body became more and more numb, and my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. But I still didn't give a fuck about the situation. I'm going to die with the small pride I have left.

"We're losing her, quick get the crash cart!" And then, everything went completely black, leaving me in my the hands of my true love; the only man I will ever love.
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I woke up with a huge migraine and to a completely white room with a bright light. The room I woke up in was silent, and then I realised; I'm not dead. I'm alive and breathing on the other department.

Did they save me, or is this afterlife? Am I seeing myself slowly dying while they desperatly trying to save me?

I tried to move but my hands and feets were tied down to the bed; I had a new hospitalgown on me, but I saw it. I saw a huge scar over my chest after a surgery. They probably removed the bullet from my lung. My chest was also covered in the usual tubes and they have put an IV with fluid going inside my blood, stopping me from getting sicker.

And then it really hit me, and it hit me hard in the stomach; making me threw up everything I've have in my stomach. And then I whsipered to myself;

"I never died. I'm alive, I'm still here in this hellhole and there is no escaping from it."
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I really felt that punch to her, ouch. That disappointment knowing that you're alive in a living hell without any escaping..

~ Ame