She had wanted to die and was tired of this world. She no longer cared about the regrets she might have had. She prayed for death, wished for it, craved it, an escape from this cursed existence but like always, she never got what she wanted.
She had felt her systems failing her, the blood accumulating and clotting in different parts of her body. The jump out of the window was her last card, her ticket to the afterlife probably to hell but it was foiled, she had realized. She should have known he wouldn't let her die in peace.
She had felt her system's chaos and welcomed it. She had thought if she didn't die one way she would die another, she had willed her heart to stop and her brain to die and they did. For once they listened to her. Who knew they still had other plans?
She had watched her life flash before her eyes, and had got more acquainted with the unbearable pain she just couldn't get past. She relieved her misery over and over again with no escape. She had cursed her life and the life of those who made her. She had relived every single painful memory, even those buried deep in her subconsciousness. She experienced them all over again, the pain, the trauma, the clashing and crashing in her head. There was no time limit, no restraint, just endless torment. She lived her misery and she lived theirs too, after all, she was the reason. She was the reason for their pain and anguish and she bore them all. At that moment she swore she would give anything to make it go away, to make it all stop, to not feel, and then if felt like someone heard her and answered. She died.
She welcomed death. She welcomed the numbness it brought. It didn't bring peace but she was too battered to feel anymore, too sore to care. She might be a restless soul or even a vengeful soul but she didn't care as long as she wasn't living. She was there, hovering, blank and dead. She finally realized that humanity was a waste and all the love and affection she ever craved were trifles. She finally realized the burden of humanity. She didn't want that burden, so floating in oblivion she finally gave up all the strings that she held, every tie she could think of, she let them go but she couldn't let go of three things. Things even death couldn't take from her. She had been willing to take them to hell with her but unfortunately, she woke up on the wrong side of hell.
When she opened her eyes she could have sworn it wasn't the hell she expected. The light that flipped back on proved her point. It wasn't the hell she expected but the hell she deserved. Even death showed her no mercy.
She hopped out of her deathbed and made her way to the window. Her reality sank in. Everything was sad and just perfect. She heard the old doctor behind her muttering. Like her, he was surprised that she was still alive. That was just about it.
She recognized him but felt nothing else. He was looking at her like freshly baked bread. He turned her to face him and whatever he saw stopped him in his tracks. He touched her face and then cautiously stepped back.
Bummer. She thought mundanely. She wasn't dead. She tsked inwardly. She walked past him without saying a word and was out the door. He turned to stare at her with his mouth still open. When she walked out the man stumbled like someone who suffered from excessive shock.
He stumbled out into the corridor and grabbed one of the staff that was coming to check on him.
"Did you see her?" he asked like a lunatic. He had heard of people going insane due to grief. Maybe he was seeing things but why was the bed empty?
Before they found her, they didn't alert the other GMNs. They didn't want to give them false hopes. It could have been someone else that moved the body when the head doctor was unaware or maybe he was seeing things due to his attachment to the deceased.
They found her in the library reading, under the table. She just looked up when they came in and went back to her book. The members of staff that came to find her stood there speechless for a while. They just stared at her. They had to call the head doctor because it turned out he was telling the truth and they didn't know how to handle the current situation.
The head doctor walked in and took a good look at the girl before him. She was still pale and should be in bad need of nutrition and bed rest but she was still reading, more like searching for something and ignoring her environment with the rest of them. He needed to find out something. It was said that they all had some form of a traumatic event that caused amnesia. In light of the truth, did her situation relapse? He moved closer.
"Hello, I am Dr. Jenkins," the head doctor said but the girl didn't give him any attention. She seemed to be looking for something by the way she was flipping through books. The doctor still proceeded.
"Who are you?" the head doctor asked her
She still didn't even act like someone was before her. She had a lot to do and there was no time.
"Maybe she has a deficiency in hearing" one of the doctors said
The girl still didn't talk. She just crawled out, stood up, and went to the shelves to return the books and collect some more.
"More than that, she's a little strange," another doctor said but the girl was floating around like she was in her world. She didn't react to whatever they said and didn't act as she saw them.
She opened the first few books and closed them. She carried the books, took a map, and left them all confused.
They all turned to the head doctor who was even more confused than they were. There were a lot of things that were running through his head but first, they needed reinforcement.
He walked out of the room to look for the other GMNs. He hoped they could handle this.