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Kitties to Percies to Why the Heckies ~ Chapter 10

(Kathrine's P.O.V.)

Today's the day. I have fully embraced my depressing and emo-ish book that's probably a high-schooler who is permanently stuck in their 'it's-just-a-phase' phase. Today, we'd meet once more with Percy-not-Jackson. I just wanted to give that man a high-five so much..........in the face. With a chair.

I was up so early because I may have stayed up all night staring into nothingness and thinking about this world's mysteries and all its lies. In other words- staring into empty nothingness questioning my existence. I simply was just listening to the book, pondering on the questions it asked. I looked like a zombie that got shot 10 times in the face but didn't get shot in the brain yet so I haven't died. My hair was a fur-ball of doom, my clothes looked like they've been run over by a car because it was so wrinkly, and I smelled like a dump truck that just came from the dump.

"Goddamit. I feel so dead." I announced out loud. Insanity brings you to talking to yourself and that why you go to school kids. Don't read books. -ish. I looked into my mirror to see drooping, black eyes-bags just hanging around to tell everyone 'Hey- this weirdo's pulled an all-nighter while listening to depressing book and had instant regrets!'. I forced myself up after sitting on the bed for so long and found out my neck was completely stiff. I could still hear the book, quietly haunting me at the back of my head and it felt horrible. Great way to 'start' the day (as if I ever ended it); sarcasm over sarcasm over sarcasm as well as a creepy voice telling me to question why the heck I was alive. This is day is gonna be great. Just great. Pulling the door open, the lights were still (obviously) off. I looked at the clock by the living room. 7:34 am, huh? Yawning, I drowsily walked towards the kitchen and turned on the lights, thinking I could have a nice and quiet breakfast all by myself without distractions to think ab-

"Meow." I felt a bit of fur rub my ankle. I looked down at my feet. A ball of black, shiny, soft-looking fur greeted me as well as two adorable eyes of 'kawaii'. Oh ya...I have cat. And AWWW- IT'S ADORABLE...
"Misa...!" I cheered woozily. I felt so drained. It sounded almost sarcastic.
"Nya!" It jumped like a little...gah! I just wanted to squish it to death. But of course, life hated me, so the voices just became louder as I adored it.

"It's this true? Are you sure it's not a lie?" The voices asked. Way to poop the party, book. I grumbled, leaving Misa confused.
"Meow...?" It tilted its head.
"It's nothing, Misa." I smugly smiled as I pulled a box of cereal from a drawer. I went to the fridge and grabbed a cartoon of milk. I placed both on the dining table, then grabbed a bowl and spoon. I poured the milk carefully into the bowl- *woof**splash*. A puddle of milk all over the table. Little barks and a leaping figure startled me completely.

"Dog..." I squealed. I leaped on the the table in fear. "Doggie!"
"Woof! Woof!" It joyfully barked. Oreo right?
"Oreo...stay." I sternly commanded. It whimpered, but followed. Thank the lord. "Good."

I tossed a handful of cereal as a reward. No need to worry though- nothing dangerous for the dog in it. It only happily ate half of it because Misa stole the rest, sneakily, with her paw, pulling it aside then munching along. I didn't scold Misa 'cuz...Misa. I got a bit for my self and added a bit more milk (into the bowl of course.). As I sat down, I heard a door swing open and I saw Astrid rubbing her eyes. She was in her pajamas, just as always. She looked towards me and smiled.

"Hey." She waved, trotting over.
"Early today." I pointed.
"Yeah, I guess I got worried. Today we're meeting him again, right?" She asked. I nodded grimly. "Your up early too."
"Yeah. Didn't sleep yet." I admitted. She gave me a worried look.
"The hell..." She shivered. "What if you ca-"
"Forget about later. That's later; not now." I insisted. Even now, as I was eating, I heard the voices scolding me. Telling me stop acting like everything's fine, telling me to get out here. Telling me all I'm doing is just an illusion, that I'm living in this lie treating it as my reality. Telling me that I deserve the truth; that I deserve better. I couldn't disagree; it's felt so true. Like every word the voices told me were right. But I didn't want to agree. I didn't want to believe. But the thing is, it's almost as if the book read my mind. It would tell me I refuse to believe the truth. That I can't face reality. It's telling me that by doing that, I'll be coward. Even now, in my peaceful breakfast, the book haunted me. But you know what? No. Not now. I'll be fine. It'll be fine. C'mon. It's fine.