"If you're suffocating, how would anyone know? You're already blue so how would your face turn blue? Unless you turn more blue and that's the bluest blue possible."
Bitch won't stop talking. About me, school, the most random shit that her small brain can think of. She drags her slow ass over "Are you excited?"
Now, why the fuck would I be excited? "No."
"Me either. The school year is almost over anyway so you can do whatever you want. Don't do anything dumb"
Yes, because I do things. This bitch is delusional. She puts her shoes on and hands me mine.
She grabs a binder and hands it to me "This is yours now. It has all the work so you won't fail. Take it"
The fuck? This shit is heavy. She opens the door, hanging onto it. She drags herself down the hallway and sits around the stairs "This is exhausting"
"Why not homeschool?"
"I have to see my friends and I'm almost over with school anyways" She gets up after some time, eventually gets down the fucking stairs.
Past the kitchen and to a big ass garage, she throws the car keys at me. Who the fuck drive her around before? Why does she want me to drive? She gets in the passenger seat and leans on the door. Once in the car, it's started and pulled out the garage, she gives me a bunch of directions to follow.
Fucking hate this.
After some time she sits up, leans towards me while shaking "You're evil"
She really is delusional. I'm perfectly fine "How?"
"Dad told me that you're the one that killed my bestest best friend"
"What?"
"He had black hair, was tall and like, the white version of young Dawane Jonson"
What the fuck she on about? Never seen anyone like that before, let alone killed anyone like that.
She lends towards me on the center console with her frail ass self "You shot him"
Never fucking shot anyone before. Bitch is delirious "No"
She leans back into the seat that shrinks her "You did. It was during a drug meet up. Mart made you do it. He said it was you or my best friend"
How does she know anything? Still, never fucking shot anyone. Mart never said anything like that. These fucking people know too damn much. Does this bitch not know that she shouldn't bother the driver? These people are fucking crazy.
"You should have picked yourself but you're selfish. It could have been different, Boreas"
Her saying my name sounds so strange. Her weird ass voice is too quiet and small. There's barely anyone on the road right now. Should crash her side of the car into a tree and get the hell away from these psychopaths.
"Now, you have a choice. Kill yourself or stay selfish and kill me. You have no idea how much I miss him and either way it works out. He gets the justice he deserves, or I get to see him but it all depends on your morals" She reaches under the seat, could put the heavy ass binder on top of her so she stays like that. She grabs a fucking gun.
Oh what the fuck "You're fucking crazy" Where the fuck did she get a gun? Why does crazy shit keep happening? She isn't even holding it right. Dumbass.
"Am I? Or is this all playing in your head? Is it your own guilt catching up to you?" She holds the barrel at me "Make your choice, time is ticking" It's trembling. Can't even hold the damn thing still.
"Didn't fucking kill anybody. Stop this bullshit" She'll end up in prison with Mart, if he's there. Fuck her, I have to find Mart. She could find me Mart if she's in there.
"Swearing won't cover your crimes. Be a man and admit what you've done wrong before you burn in hell"
She should be able to fucking do things properly before telling me what to do. Can't even walk. There's no point in convincing this bitch. She's too screwed up. Now to find an asylum before something happens. Fucking terrified.
"I knew it. You're a coward. You killed him, now you die"
She isn't fucking god- there's an ear deafening bang.
