Demented

Chapter Eleven

"Basically what we're trying to tell you is that you're possibly the next victim of Emily Winters." He spoke.

"Possibly... She knew where you were so we had to change your room to lower the risk of Emily seeing you again." Florie says

It's crazy how one moment you wake up you are having a conversation and the next moment a mentally ill cannibal has a stare down with you and you end up possibly being her next victim. Well, it isn't the first time something quiet turns to chaos.

"You should get some rest... you're still recovering. I'm surprised you haven't complained about the pain yet."

"Oh, umm.. yeah"

Florie walks to my side and says with a soothing voice, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure" I shrugged.

"Why are there cuts all over your body?"

Shit, what do I say? If I say it was from the fire it would be unbelievable; the cuts were somehow like arranged lines and there's no way in hell will she believe in that! What do I say? What do I say? What do I sa-

"Well?" Florie must have questioned my lost expression.

"I-it's none of your b-business..." I stutter and show a nervous expression as I bury my arms under the thin blankets. "Sorry" She lets out a sigh, and checks on my dextrose.

"Get some rest" She orders as prepares to leave.

"But I've been resting for days!" I whine

"Well, rest when you want to then but just take a nap from every now and then okay? Just get lots of rest. Here.. so you have some entertainment." She hands me a television remote, I press the power button and the first thing it shows is the fire incident, of course. Unexpectedly, I see my unconscious body being carried to the ambulance.

"Oh, you're on TV! You're famous!" Florie jokingly says.

Was that supposed to be funny? I laughed anyway.

"Not really how I imagined myself to be on TV."

Florie giggled, she had a lovely smile. The kind of smile that could brighten up your day in less than a minute. "Alright, I'll go now, I still got lots of patients to take care of."

"Okay, thanks for caring for me."

"Sweetie, that's sort of my job, no need to thank me!" She gestured her hand in a flattered way.

"Oh." I guess I wasn't really used to someone caring for me.

She closed the door and I'm all by myself and the sound of the television. The strict sound of the news reporter shocked me as she shouted because of the trucks and the other chaotic noises from behind.

I read the signage under the screen, Preview from TP High School

It must have been broadcasted yesterday during the fire but viewed again now. Hmmm.

"This is Elizabeth Smith reporting live at Thomas Parker's high school and we still have no evidence as to what has caused the burn down! Twelve students were found dead inside the building! But miraculously, one student who was actually inside the building during the fire was found lying with a slight pulse! She is now being treated intensely. All the other students successfully ran out of the building before anything got worse and we are all thankful for that."

I couldn't actually believe that out of all the twelve students, I was the one that lived. It just doesn't make any sense, I didn't deserve to continue my life. Why me? It would have been better if I was the one that didn't live. Why? Because if I was gone, I wouldn't be missed, nor will someone care about my absence. But those students will be mourned for, and missed. Wouldn't it be wrong if one negligible soul miraculously lived through a tragic incident instead of twelve loved, missed, and cared for souls? Exactly.