Blurb for my NEW Novel!

My mind subconsciously began to arouse from the deepest dream that it so wanted to stay in even though it was actually a nightmare. When I began to come around from the deep state of unconsciousness I was in, I realized that I had woken up from death that I hated so much. I know I did; because I had this throbbing feeling before, this dreadful pain that just won't stop. I don’t know when or how but I know that's death because it's like an itchy and clammy feeling crawling down your back. The coarse feeling of your organs starting once again after years of not working. To be able to feel your heart beat again is to be able to feel the rocking sensation of blood warming your body. There is something (not surprisingly) strange happening to me. I am scarcely breathing. Yes it has happened again. I don’t exactly remember anything but I do know that feeling. After that burning feeling, I have a new sense, I feel new all over again, all warm and prickly. Like I was just born. It's like the aftertaste of bitter medicine that supposed to have strawberry flavor but you don't taste it till the end.
I then hear a rather raspy, mysterious voice;
'Oh-my-god' it said 'she is actually alive!' standing there was what looked like man with a really tiny, small… really minute glasses on. Though I am amazed that I remember that, It was no miracle that I remembered the next thing that happened to me it was too horrible to forget.
'Ah… my head!' I suddenly shrieked as a tinge of stinging pain hit me 'HELP ME, MY HEAD!' I screamed once again as it got worse. I started sweating and crying with pain. My head was in hurting so much that I wished that I was still dead than go through what I did.
'QUICK GET THE VIDHEY!' shouted the first man in white to the other (though in my opinion was a dramatic effect as he was standing right beside him)
'W-what are y-y-you doing!?' I howled yet again as they jabbed a long needle into the side of my neck 'GERROF ME!' Though I knew it made no effort as I was chained down from both my hands and legs, which on top of the throbbing pain in my head was quite painful as well.
'There you go' said the first man as he pulled the needle out of the side of my neck. I suddenly felt sleepy all over again… with a blurry scene of the two people shaking hands, I fell asleep.
*
With a tempted dream of waking up in the same absurd scene I opened my eyes to realize I was utterly wrong. I woke up to a really well… girly room instead. I was lying in a comfy cushioned bed that was way big too big for me! It could fit ten different sizes of people but I was the only one on it. The room looked like a spoilt rich five year old's giving credit to all elegant teddy bears and stuffed animals that were placed absolutley everywhere. Along with the fuchsia pink wall paper (which I quite liked despite my hatred of pink) was pink cushions, chairs, tables, carpets, dolls and even pink papers with pink crayons beside it.
But nothing beat the shock of the pink world like the load of things that happened once my cold toes touched the pink lacy carpet.
'Good Morning Guest!' bellowed a rather high girlish voice (though you can tell it was robotic)
'Lets do a thanking prayer thanking God you live yet another day-' She was cut off my mind and ears as I was suddenly dragged by my ankles, with a clear bump on the head, it pulled me off the bed and on to the pink carpeted floor.
'-Early to rise-'
I was being tortured! I mean literally! I mean I have seen this on TV but it was nothing compared to what was happening to me-
'-Washey, Washey-'
I was being scrubbed from all sides of me so hard that I thought it was rubbing my muscles! … and I had clothes on!
'NO!-' I screamed as it tried to make me pee in a-what-looked-like a miniature toilet!
'-Pee now and no accidents shall be made-' that horrible girlish voice was ticking me off as it continued and continued to talk and torment-
'AHHHHHHHHHHHH-' Somehow that wasn't as far fetching as it should have been.
'-now, now be goo-
'MELISSA!' scolded a rather soft voice 'WHAT DID I TELL YOU?'
Everything stopped… even that horrible girlish voice and just left me and I noticed a rather beautiful and gentle looking woman had entered the room through a crystalline door I never noticed before.
'So sorry, they tend to go' with a weird hand gesture that involved a lot of circular motion 'wiptoflippindo' she finished with a smile showing the unmistakable white pearly teeth which obviously she was proud of as she kept on smiling.
'They tried to make me...' I tried but I felt my face turn hot with embarrassment.
'-pee?' She said 'You'll get used to it… very useful as you can be tired in the early dawn to actually go to the bathroom.'
There was long and disturbing silence as she looked me up and down and I in turn. She wasn't normal or at least to me, she wore bright yellow plastic as trousers (-I think- since it seemed to be covering the legs). She wore shiny plastic bags as a shirt (-because it covered her chest so I presumed it was a shirt-) and to top it off, a plastic shower cap as a hat or a band what ever it was it was covering her black hair.
I suddenly came to my senses and realized my fears…
'Where AM I? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS THIS PLA-'
'You don’t have to freak out you know… you have woken up from a very, very long sleep'
I then remembered everything, everything. The day I found out about Mr. Alberto's secrets and how he claimed to be my father… and how I was discovered that I was a fossil, and I was born in the ruddy Bronze Age. How Alex had been murdered by who seemed to be my mother! Fear gushed into my rather weak body as I slightly remembered something, a memory… that memory of killing myself.
Then exactly how am I breathing and living right now? I thought to myself with dread.
'M-miss…?' I started turning white.
'-Sandiola-'
'Right Sandiola, where am I?' I asked. My voice cracked 'I remember waking up in some kind of lab and now this' I said referring to the weird and shallow room.
'Oh that'll be my son-in-law's lab that you woke up into before, he's an archeologist-'
'-HE'S A WHAT?' I felt tears run at a really fast rate down my hot (-with anger-) cheek which was aching with misery.
'Well…' clearly she was disturbed by my reaction 'an archeologist is a…'
'I KNOW WHAT AN ARCHEOLOGIST IS…' I snapped 'he-found-me, I mean discovered me at Park Street, right?' I finished feeling hopeful… that I was wrong about everything. I hoped that I had Amnesia!1

'Well yes' she said calmly 'but not at Park Street… dear he found you under a building…Roboxonibs, to be exact.'
I dropped.
The next thing I knew Sandiola was taking me to breakfast while I was still in state of shock but still in more shock once I saw how big her house is. Her house was an amazing pyramid shape that had rounded window at the top. It was clearly the house of the future; there were robots all over the place doing something or the other. Like washing clothes in what-looked-like a curly straw, and vacuuming the carpets with hemispheric orb that floated around to the place needed. Those robots looked like a big chunk of copper on sqaure wheels.
'What's your name?' she asked as she sat me down on an octagon table with yet again floating ovate chairs.
'Heh? Oh…Marie' for a really short scary moment I nearly forgot my own name!
'What a beautiful name… though it is really of the past'
She gave a short, snortish laugh which reminded me horribly of that robot girlish voice.
'Do you know which year this is?' She asked as if I was retarded.
'No, I-do-not!' I grunted
'It 20-'
'Why did he bring me back to li… life?' without giving her time to answer I snapped again 'Where is this archeologist?' I seemed to glare a lot for there were mirrors all over the place. I saw myself everywhere!
She seemed to shocked yet answered in a (which was getting annoying) calm voice 'Mmm, he's at wor-'
'DIGGING MORE BODIES UP HA?'2