Percentage(On Hold)

Chapter Three

It sunk into me. Am I going to die? Is my death going to be worse than their's. Oh my goodness! They're dead.

D. E. A. D.

Dead. And there's no bodies. No evidence. Whatever the hell happened isn't even suppose to happen. That's it. People are going to think I'm crazy. They won't believe me. Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm going to die.

I throw my hands up in the air.

If I'm going to die, I'm going to die happy. I open up the refrigerator and look for the other can of whip cream I saw. I snatch it quickly and squirt as much as I can fit in my mouth. The sweet taste fills my senses and I moan in delight.

So good...

Then another thought occur to me. Since I'm going to die I don't have to worry about calories. I don't have to watch what I eat. I opened the pantry door and every small bit of junk food stares back at me. I grab as much of it as I can and throw it on the counter. I open Oreos, chips, candy, cookies, brownies, and stuff as much as I can in my mouth.

Yup, I was definitely going to die happy. And skinny. While eating fatty things. But I already do that and have a perfect physic. Duh. I don't need to do anything. I'm just perfect as I am.

When I ate so much that I felt I was going to throw up, I stopped and looked at the time to see that an hour had passed. And I wasn't dead yet. Which meant, I wasn't going to die at all.

The goo took Sara and Axel in less then five minutes. I'd say I'm in the clear. I'm so damn perfect, the goo can't even take me. But darn, I just ate a butt load of crap.

And I didn't even have that damn chocolate syrup. I love chocolate syrup. Gosh, why did Axel have to finish it up?

I froze as I remembered this was his house. And I had eaten all his food. He was dead, probably considered missing to the rest of the world. My DNA is all over this place. Will the police accuse me of kidnapping them?

No. They can't possibly. Easy explanation, I'm his girlfriend. I'm always over. But I need a story. Okay, so tonight was the last time I saw him. He texted me saying he was sick so I came over to care for him. I ate a few snacks, once he was comfy, I left. Around...

I glanced at the clock.

Around 11. Perfect story, no one will suspect anything. There's no evidence so I'm fine.

With this thought I began to clean up my mess, whistling as I did so. So this purple substance attacked people. But didn't attack me. Instead it sunk into me. I gasped as I remembered how once I started crying purple tears came out. But not tears- the substance.

That would mean that I killed them I controlled it..?

It did make sense. I so badly wanted to hurt them. I was able to refrain myself from doing so.

Well, not really. The purple substance kinda changed that. But I didn't do it with my bare hands. I didn't mean to.

I frowned.

I need to morn. My boyfriend just died and my bestfriend.

Cry damn it.

It came from my eyes, when I was crying so I need to make myself cry. I'm Amar, nasty purple shit isn't going to scare me off, I got this.

I stopped whistling immediately, satisfied with how well I cleaned up. Okay with the house, I left it quickly. I made sure to lock it with the key I had.

I then began to walk briskly. What will make me cry? Very few things do. I'll be honest. I don't give a care about anything. Well almost everything. Bullying? Who cares! Starving kid? Eh, whatever. Abused animals? Um, heller, nobody is interested. Murders? Totally normal. Family death? I know they're all going to hell so oh well.

I thought long and hard about relatively things that made me sad. Nothing came to mind. Think! Think!

Dancing penguins.

They're so sad. They've been forced to dance and act all jolly when I bet they're really dead on the inside. It's such a tragedy. Now that is animal abuse. Not those arms of an angel theme song commercials with the puppies who have sad looking eyes. Honestly, the song is just not right for those commercials. In the Arms of an Angel means your dead. These animals have been saved so, I think they're just trying to evoke sadness out of people.

Too bad I laugh so hard at those commercials I snort.

Despite of myself snorting, which according to some people is so unladylike. Well, mine's as ladylike as a snort can possibly be. It's literally the cutest snore and beautiful-est, yes I just made a word up and that's totally acceptable because I made it up, snort in the entire world. Scratch that. Universe.

Stop Amar! Get back on topic?

You're so gorgeous and lov-

Damn, not that topic.

Cry. You gots to cry. Ugh! Why do I have to cry? That is the one thing that isn't impeccable about me. And that's only because I can't force myself to cry. Trust me, when I cry I look like a goddess.

Woah woah, simmer downs gurl. I think that's enough of compliments to last for a while. Seriously, you're good for the next minute.

Amar! Back to topic. Gee. I really need to work on my concentration issues. Okay, let's take this slow. Purple substance. Cry. Tear. Purple substance... out of eye. Oh, okay so I need to cry to get the purple substance to come out. Kay, let's do this.

I need to find myself some dancing penguin video. That shit will make me cry.

Hopefully.

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