Chapter 8：chapter 8

today is the day of the funeral. the lovely funeral of my idiotic, crazy, plan stealing sister Abigail. took her around a week or two after she wrote that letter to actually do it. I have been sitting here for the past hour trying my best not to fall asleep. these things are so boring, because we are in a graveyard, ants crawling up my freshly shaved legs as i'm shivering in my black dress. I. wanted to wear bright red but I figured my peers would not like that. since no one knows who she really was and what she did. well what i'm about to do in a month basically. kill billions of people, I of course had to outshine my sister with only her millions of people. I need the big guns if i'm doing this. which I am. so lets get on with this stupid funeral and skip to the free lunch already shall we? I was stuffing my face because I can't cook but everyone thought I was just eating my feelings. meh better for me right? I walk out the door of the funeral home and just teleport home feeling quite happy that she's finally gone and out of my life. that was until I unlocked my front door, seeing my supposed to be dead sister sitting drinking tea on my white couch. oh my word can you please give me a break already? this is just stupid. did she really fake her death? she set her cup down and looked me dead in the eyes. then I knew. it wasn't my sister, but a poser of her. oh for gods sake! I glared at whoever this was and told them to get the hell out of my house before I beat them with a bat or called the police. this person agreed and left. leaving nothing but a tea cup behind with a message inside.

from what I can translate, this message that was left but the tea leaves translates to "doom and danger." which I laughed at and rolled my eyes. this poser of my sister came to tell me i'm in danger. well doesn't she make me feel dumb. I don't feel like figuring out what this means because I would rather be sleeping by now in my warm, queen sized bed. finally, my head hits the soft pillow and everything goes black. Just the way I like it. BEEP BEEP BEEP! is all I could hear as I sat there, wanting to fall back asleep. needing to fall back asleep. it was around three AM and I was perfectly warm under my covers. loving the way the comfort engulfed my whole body like a spiritual blanket. I mean who wouldn't want something like this? I was just about to fall back asleep until I saw....it. a face, no, a figure standing outside my window, peering in at me. I shivered in fear. I stayed frozen, hoping they would leave eventually. after a long time they finally left. I remembered that all the windows and doors were locked thank god. right as I thought that, I heard the door handle to my house jiggle like someone was struggling to get in. I got up slowly and threw on a black hoodie so I could hide in the shadows easier. I grabbed the pocket knife I kept under my pillow and walked out towards the door. ready to kill whoever was trying to break into my house. the door somehow unlocked and I froze and jumped back into the shadows. scared out of my mind. who the hell was doing this?

*two days later*

here I was, sitting in a police station next to my stupid co worker. yes, he was the one who tried to break into my house. do I know why? no. because he says that he was just trying to drop something off and the door was unlocked. yeah right you big fat liar. I rolled my eyes once more when the police officer decided to let us both go without any charges. what the fuck is wrong with our deputy force? I mean this guy I know from work tried to break into my house and watched me sleep and he gets off without a warning?! what bull is this? I was scared out of my mind and they don't even care. thank god I am killing them all soon. they all deserve to die. ugh I cant wait till they all burn alive and fall off the face of the earth it will be so satisfying won't it? I mean who wouldn't want to see a live action, for real horror movie plot happen right in front of them? being a living genius can really be fun. its like I invented something new even though I didn't, wait technically I did invent something new. i invented or will invent a potion that disintegrates the earth right down to the liquid, hot core. now I have a plan about how to execute these people. call 911 and pretend to be a world terrorist and call tons of cops to the scene so I can kill all of them faster. isn't that smart? aren't I just so smart? if the cops and the FBI and the SWAT team come it is like killing two birds with one stone. or four birds with two stones. if that makes sense to you ordinary brains. everyone shall know of may power, once I actually release my wrath and potion of course. if anyone knows before hand, then I am totally screwed. who would know right? my sister cant tell anyone because she's dead now, unless she did indeed write about my plans in a long letter to the cops? now that I think about it, who found her? I was not told and no one reached out so I shrugged it off. well kits over now, thank god.