Chapter Four

Amber's P.O.V.

April 17, 2013 19 years young 22:37

I try to dye my hair every month. On March 16 I bleached my hair to make the natural blonde in my hair lighten, and put bright red streaks in it. I probably shouldn't make myself so noticeable…

Knocking.

"Door's unlocked." I said coating my hair with a strange colored dye. The dye was supposed to be navy blue. This shit was a white puke looking color. Most dyes look like, though.

Nina walked through the door. She quietly shut it behind her.

"You're my best friend, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, of course! Why do you ask?" I said getting my roots with the dye.

"Best friends dont cheat on their best friend's boyfriend, right?" Nina asked.

"What are you getting at?" I asked. Nina sighed.

"Fabian's been acting weird lately." She said. I threw my hair dye brush on the sink.

"Are you literally accusing me of dating Fabian behind your back?" I hissed turning around to face her.

"To have sex with someone, you don't have to be dating." Nina said. I blinked.

"You. Think. I. Fucked. Fabian. When the hell could I possibly do that, Nina? I'm busy, he's busy, you're always on his arse, following him everywhere. You know, one of the keys to a successful relationship is fucking trust." I growled.

"Are you saying that Fabian and I's relationship isn't successful?" Nina hissed.

"Yeah, actually. I am." I said.

"Okay, well, if you know so much about relationships, why aren't you in one? Why did Alfie dump you for Willow? I can think of a million reasons." She growled. That's it. I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at her forehead.

"Get out." I said, my voice shaking, on the verge of not working at all. My eyes were welling up. Nina's eyes widened and she got out. I threw my gun to the floor and looked at myself in the mirror, my hair wet and covered with a gross dye.

Ugly.

Fat.

Worthless.

Evil.

Demonic.

Murderer.

I grabbed my knife from my pocket and sat on the floor. I cut deep into my thighs. Blood slowly gushed out. I recut scars I had once cut into. Cut. Cut. Cut.

And not once did each slice hurt.

I got up from the floor and washed the blood off of my knife. I wrapped a towel around my waist to hide the fresh cuts. I walked into my room and grabbed loose sweatpants and put them on over the cuts. I sighed. I forgot to clean the blood off of the floor.

I went back into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with soap and water. I noticed that my gun was still on the floor. I rolled my eyes and picked it up and put it on the sink. I began to scrub the floor.

I'm surprised at how much blood there was. I'm also surprised how much blood stains white tile floor.

If anyone asks, Nina had her fucking period.

I finished dying my hair that night. I put a plastic bag over my hair to keep it from staining my pillows and so that in the morning when I rinse it out, the color will be more vibrant.

My thighs started stinging overnight. Probably because something got in the cuts.

When I woke up, the cuts were still bleeding. Not as much as they were when I went to bed, but they were still bleeding.

My bed sheet was covered in blood. I guess I could lie and say it was menstruation, but then it would sound fishy to others if I said Nina had her period in the bathroom.

"Why is there blood all over this floor?!" Joy yelled. I snickered and made my bed. I ran my fingers quickly through my newly blue hair, getting dye all over my fingers. I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. I tried to hold back a laugh.

"What's wrong, Joy?" I asked.

"Look! There's blood everywhere!" Joy yelled.

"Someone...probably had their period." I lied. Joy sighed.

"You're probably right. Now shoo I have to take a shower." Joy said shoving me out of the bathroom.

"But I have to rinse the dye out of my hair…" I said as the door slammed in my face.

I finally got a chance to rinse the dye out of my hair. The results are great. After that I got dressed and went downstairs. Rumor has it there's someone in the cellar. I was out looking for more food when everyone was supposedly informed about them.

When I made it downstairs to the dining table, Fabian got up and shoved us both out of the room. Nina glared at us. Fabian quietly closed the door.

"There's someone in the cellar." He said.

"Well thanks for confirming the obvious for me." I said sarcastically.

"She's from the group." He said. I gave him a confused look. What group? He sighed.

"The group from the supermarket." He said. I felt my stomach drop like a rollercoaster.

The group.

Evil.

Demonic.

Murderer.

"No...she can' be! They're all….they're all…" I trailed off. One escaped. She had an afro and a dark hoodie with faux fur in the hood.

"Is it…" I started.

"She's the one with the afro who escaped. Yes. She's. In. Our. Cellar." Fabian said. The world felt like it was collapsing all around me.

It probably was.

Evil.

Murderer.

"Who do you think that little girl was to her?" I asked. Fabian looked at me like he was going to throw up when I mentioned her.

"No. Don't. Please. We can't mention this to anyone. Understand? We have to make sure she either dies here, or keeps her damn mouth shut." Fabian said, fear in his words. I nodded in agreement.

"So...is she nice?" I asked. He glared at me.

"Nice as rainbows, Amber. Unicorns and kittens! Cake! Puppies! Baby monkeys!" Fabian hissed. I looked down at the ground. I'll take that as a no.

"You know Nina thinks you're cheating on her, yeah?" I asked. I saw the very dim light in his eyes fade away.

No. He didn't.

"What?" He asked.

"I think she thinks we slept together at the supermarket." I explained. He blinked in horror for a moment. Then he shoved his way back into the room we came from. He came back a minute later with Nina.

"Why do you think that?!" Fabian yelled at her.

"Think what?" She hissed.

"That I'm sleeping with Amber? Ring a fucking bell?"

"Oh please. Pretty boy, pretty girl, all alone in a large store? It would explain why you both were gone for so long. Also, since it's a store, I'm sure you could have found some condoms." Nina hissed. I stared at her wide eyed. Fabian looked disgusted.

"Have you lost your mind? Is the apocalypse air making you high?" I hissed.

"No. I'm just using my brain more. Unlike you." She hissed back. There was a long silence. Nina broke it by sighing and walking away. Rage was quickly building up inside of me.

"You need to fucking break up with her. I know you love her and I love you both together but...I literally can see the Twin Towers of stress on your shoulders. You don't need this now too." I said. Fabian sighed.

"No. Yeah she's building more and more stress on my so called "twin towers of stress" but I mean, no. I'm not breaking up with her. She's just upset." Fabian said.

"If you love someone, sometimes you have to let them go, no matter how hard." I said. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I looked out the window. There was a zombie banging on it. I knew I heard something banging, but I just thought I was losing my mind. I sighed and grabbed my gun. I went to the back door and I was about to open it.

Until I looked out the window.