Drop dead

Chapter 15. Your death wish

Elizabella

Valentina angrily scrubs the dishes while both Paige and Miles have locked themselves away in their room. I think how slowly I'm drying the dishes is annoying her, which of course makes me go slower.

It's not like we're in a rush, we're already dead after all.

"Do you think Paige is okay?" Valentina asks me. I wasn't aware we were talking

"Her boyfriend literally left her to die and she has some sort of alcohol problem but after then then that I think she's peachy" I reply, it's not any of my business and I don't particularly care. I'm not her Mother.

"Have you seen how thin she is? It has to be super unhealthy and she barely ate anything at dinner. I'm worried about her" Valentina says

"Aren't you from the 1950s or something? When racism was acceptable and tolerated? What would you know about it?" I question, trying to piss her off and hopefully confuse her. I don't want to talk about this with her. Miles I may tolerate it but not her.

"How is that relevant?"

"It's not. I'm just saying you aren't so perfect yourself"

"I'm not racist. We're talking about Paige, not me" She says, stamping her foot like a frustrated four year old. " This could kill her and just because I was supposedly born a long time ago it doesn't mean I'm idiot"

"Whatever. If Paige wants to die, then let her die. Who knows- maybe she'll rise from the dead again" I reply. If Paige heard us talking about it than we'd never see her again and I'm not sure that's what Valentina wants to achieve. "And you should apologise too Miles. you really upset him"

"I did not. Your the one feeling his head with fantasies that murder is alright. If we ignore this, then Paige will only get worse" Valentina insists, forgetting about the dishes. So helpful.

"What makes you think you can save her? For all you know, she's already too far gone. Not everyone can be saved, you need to realise that. Her problems have been going on for a long time now, but no one ever cared enough to notice" I tell her

"We have to at least try to help her, we're her friends. I've seen sticks bigger than her"

"That's a major exaggeration and a mean one too. Just wash the dishes" I tell her. I have evil plans to attend to.

Being evil would be fun. No expectations to be perfect, no need to uphold stupid moral conventions, no rules, no need to be a good role model and who cares when you mess up? Not the general public.

Paige is fine. Valentina is making a mountain over a molehill. I'm just here to get revenge, and help them get revenge I guess. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I recruited them. I think I was kinda lonely.

It was a moment of weakness, but they could be useful. When Valentina stops judging people, and overthinking things, Miles stops with his unfunny jokes and sad face, and Paige when she stops drinking and living to disappoint her family.

Her ex can rot in hell though.

Valentina, is now angrily scrubbing the dishes to the point of scratching them, muttering about the dishwasher not working. what did she expect? The house has been abandoned for over twenty two years now, and none of us can afford a new one. Miles did offer to steal one but he's not as strong as he thinks he is.

Smashing a plate over her head would get her too slow and calm down but that will either end up with me having to do it all by myself or getting stabbed by a hysterical Valentina.

She'd be pretty if she wasn't so annoyingly righteous.

"If you want to kill Paige's pathetic boyfriend then I'm fine with it" she says slamming the last plate down. Something is definitely not right with that child.