No Longer Dead

17

More ringing.

Where is that coming from?

It's in my head.

It's in your head.

I open my eyes. I take a look around me, and for a moment I think I'm still in my coma. The room around me is exactly the same. Only I am connected to multiple tubes and machines.

Panic arises in me. Where am I? What happened? Where is everybody? Did that man kill them all? Or did someone kill him? So many questions and no one to answer them.

I look at the tube stuck in my arm and give it a good long stare before pulling it out of my arm. A machine starts beeping and within seconds, a man comes walking into the room I am in. Without any words, he quickly connects to tube back into my skin.

"You can't take these out. They help." He says with a smile.

I open my mouth to talk, but my throat restricts and a small noise escapes my mouth instead.

"Ah, you much be thirsty." The man grabs a cup nearby and enters a room through a door in the room I am currently in. He comes back with the cup filled with water. He hands me the cup and I take a small sip. Thirst takes over me and I quickly swallow the water down in one big gulp. I look at the man, asking for more. He takes the cup, leaves, and returns with the cup full of water once more.

Quenching my thirst took a few more cups of water. My tongue still feeling like a desert, I'm finally able to speak.

"W-w-where am I?" I ask.

"The hospital." The man says.

"W-what h-happened?" I ask.

"You suffered from nearly fatal injuries. You were found by a passerby you found you outside of the forest. A few feet away from you was a man in a hoodie." The man explains.

Suddenly, I remember.

"Is he okay?!" I quickly sit up and the man runs at me to push me back.

"He was a friend of yours?" The man asks.

"Y-yes." I say.

"I'm sorry. The man passed away. He suffered from several bullet wounds, one to the skull which killed him instantly."

I feel myself grow sick. My face flashes hot and cold and I sway a little.

"N-no. Th-that can't be possible!" I yell.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way." He says.

I feel hot tears drip down my face. Am I crying? I touch the wet on my face and stare at my fingertips.

"N-no...Hoodie isn't dead!" I yell.

"Hoodie?" The man asks. "Eh...I'm sorry but he is. A man in an army jacket came by to claim the body. Do you know him by any chance?"

I think for a moment.

"M-Masky..." I whisper. "You're o-okay."

"Masky...?"

"When c-can I leave?" I ask abruptly.

"Y-you can't."

"Why not?!" I shout.

"Because I won't let you." A familiar voice says. I turn my attention to the doorway and a familiar bastard comes walking in. "Hello, Toby. Have a nice nap?" The man with the glasses asks.

A/N:
I know, I know, this is another crap chapter, I'm sorry!! >< I promise I'm trying to keep this book interesting but it's hard when you lose inspiration *le sigh*

I hope you enjoyed :/