"Gregory Jefferson Heffley, I have never been more disappointed in anything, creature or inanimate, than I am with you right now. No, that is actually entirely an inaccurate judgement of this absolutely dreadful scenario. In fact I believe it is more apt to say that no human in the entirety of existence has been as disappointed in anything, than I am with you at this very moment... You pathetic little... YOU WORTHLESS INGRATE! UNGRATEFUL..." Susan trailed off as she began screaming and spittle was flying from her mouth.
She clenched her jaws so hard that her cheeks were turning bright red, a vein was throbbing on her forehead, her nose was flaring, and she was taking large, deep breaths. Susan cleansed her face of an expression and walked over to Greg's bedside. Greg glanced around the room and noticed that he was in a hospital, he also noticed a nurse in the corner of the room lying in a pool of blood with a plastic knife embedded in her throat.
Susan begin digging her nails into Greg's cheek and then began speaking, "It was a terribly unfortunate tragedy of what happened to that nurse. But she was contaminated by whatever corrupting influence you have... you... YOU BEWITCHED HER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU SENTENCED HER TO DEATH! YOU KILLER! YOU KILLED HER! Y.. y..."
With each word Susan had stated she began digging into Greg's cheek with more and more force, and by the time she finished her rant, she was once again barely coherent and her hand was clenched so tight it was white. Blood was flowing profusely from Greg's face and was coating Susan's fingertips. Susan noticed this and then became pale. Suddenly she across the face so hard that a red hand print was prominently visible upon it. Then Susan began shrieking, and then her voice cracked and what came out was a raspy roar that sounded more fitting for an unchained hell-beast than a woman.
"YOU ARE DEAD MEAT!" Susan screeched emphasizing each word.
She punched Greg again and again, then she abruptly stopped. Greg's face was covered in blood and bruises and then Susan spoke, "For a rotten boy like you a simple beating is not enough..."
She smirked and then pulled a squirming cockroach out of her pocket. Greg began squirming but was too weak to move or struggle. His mom held a pocket knife in her other hand and used it to slice into Greg's cheek, Greg felt blood leaking out, but he knew this pain was nothing compared to what was next. Susan shoved the cockroach under the cut flap of skin and into the flesh inside Greg's cheek. The cockroach began squirming around, and Greg nearly passed out, but by some misfortune he had not. His mom then pulled out a needle and thread and quickly sewed the flap of flesh shut. As the cockroach began squirming more and more inside Greg's cheek, Greg felt the world become far away and then Greg passed out.
