To Kill A Girl

Chapter Two

I don't like the colour white.

The more I saw it, the more I hated it, and luckily for me it was all I ever saw... it seemed every wall in this place was smeared with it.

Yay.

I had been here for at least a few days now, the longer I'm stuck in that damn hospital room the easier it is to loose track of time. The clock that hangs opposite my bed is cracked, sometimes I believe that it was intentional. It's easier to think that the people here are plotting against me than to think that I was the one that got myself into this mess.

Why would she say that if it wasn't true.

I volunteered.

Why the hell would I do that to myself? To throw away whatever life I had before, what was going through my head? If only I could remember why I did it, I'm not asking for much just a simple why.

I felt like my brain was in a constant battle over what to believe. Do I believe everything Lara told me, about the serum, the murder, the volunteering and the crazy reality she seems to believe in, or do I stick with what I wish happened. 

A knock cracked against the door of my room, I glanced up.

"Come in" I called. 

My nurse opened the door and shot me a smile. Over the last few days I had gotten to know her as Camilla, she was quite nice but too much time spent with her and I felt babied. It's bad enough that I had to spend all my time in this damn hospital bed, but to feel that constant wave of sympathy drove me crazy. 

"Good morning love" She waddled in a placed a mug on the table next to me, the aroma of forest fruits stung the air, it was Camilla's favourite tea flavour, she insisted I try it. Apparently it was 'good for the bones'. 

"Morning" 

"I have bacon and eggs for breakfast if you want me to bring some in" Camilla said, opening my curtains which only showed a small garden surrounded by buildings on the other side of the windows. I had given up trying to guess which part of the world I was in.

"No thanks, I'm not all that hungry" I shrugged off he request.

"Nonsense, I'll bring a plate in"

"I'm fine, really" I said, "I said I wasn't hungry" 

"Are you sure?" Her eyebrows knitted together, expecting me to change my mind.

"Positive" I replied "Thanks anyway"

Camilla hesitated and searched my face for any sign of changing my mind, eventually she sighed and waddled out the door. 

She would be back in 10 minutes with a plate of bacon and eggs for sure, no doubt about it. I felt that I was becoming a grumpy bitch to everyone, but this room was driving me crazy. I had memorised the writing on the wall and had counted every bump on the ceiling (in case you were wondering, there was 10,678).

I just wanted to get out of there. 

I glanced over at my IV, the purple liquid inside was getting low, even if Camilla didn't come back with breakfast she'd be back to change the purple bag. 

It was only a matter of time before my head exploded because of the constant beep of the IV machine.

Beep. shut up. Beep. Shut up. Beep. Shut the  Beep up.

About 4 hours later it finally happened.

That damn door opened again.

"Afternoon Miss Mayers" unfamiliar eyes stared back at me.