CHAPTER 8:Lila looked at Arnold amusingly, "Do you know what it's like to be in the same grade as you? Where as nice and as helpful as I could try to be, all you hear is 'Arnold this' and 'Arnold that'! Arnold, Arnold, Arnold! You were always just so fucking special!"
Arnold frowned at her, "W-well Lila, I never really asked for that type of attentio-"
Lila slapped him across the face, "SHUT UP! When you're gone, I'll be the fuckin star! People will come to ME for help, they'll be talking about how nice I AM! Especially hearing about how I'm the ONLY survivor! I'm an innocent victim."
"Y-you're a psychotic!"
That made Lila smile, "I know, that's what makes it so awesome!"
Arnold frowned at her as Lila's smile widened, "Watch this." she said, pointing at both Arnold and Helga.
Sighing anxiously, she went over to Stinky's body. In order to replicate the wounds of a survivor, she grabbed Stinky's nails and forcefully clawed them on her face, making her yelp.
She then put Stinky's limp hand on her hair and yanked a part of it out, making her groan.
"Hey Lila, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Frozen, she turned her attention to the small Japanese girl. Phoebe raised an eyebrow as Lila rolled her eyes and shot her.
This was a big one. She grabbed a kitchen knife and taped it to a wall. Slapping herself in a way to toughen herself up, she then sprinted to the wall and had the knife land on her shoulder area, making her shriek as she pulled it out, making the screams even louder.
Groaning in pain, she then ran to one of the glass portraits Arnold had and slammed herself in it.
As she got up she turned around in her bloodied, wounded state to confront Arnold and Helga, "Alright, you two," she chirped, "you're time is u-"
She froze, "Oh shit!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
What happened, why is Lila so distraught?! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!