Yes, I am crazy

Chapter 16 - Bertha, are you a potato?

Samantha's POV

The potatoes choked me. 

I glared hard at them. How could they? I thought we were friends! Sure, I possibly ate it's whole family and was in the act of eating it, but still! I thought we had something. 

I huffed and leaned forward so the distance between me and the potatoes were only inches away. 

I raised my eyebrows. "So you think you can get away with this unharmed, huh? Huh?!" 

'Sam, the potatoes didn't choke you' Ce tried to argue with me, but her lame argument did nothing to break my justified anger. 

"They did to," I told her and tried to come up with a good punishment. 

The potatoes choked me, so wouldn't it be fair if I choked them back? 

I laughed maniacally and put my hands around the potato's neck. I squeezed hard and the potato turned to mush. 

My laugh filled the room, and my chuckle truly sounded evil from so many years of practice. I continued squeezing the life out of the potato, "Do you feel this, potato?" 

'Sam, it's not- it doesn't- why, WHY?' Ce tried to come up with a good argument, but because I was to awesome, she couldn't come up with anything to say against my decision. 

As I continued choking the potatoes, Aquila walked into the room and abruptly stopped as he saw me. I knew it was because I was so amazing. 

Dave's POV 

I stopped in my tracks at the sight of Samantha squeezing the potatoes on her plate; it was a weird and strange sight, and I would've been fine going my whole life without having witnessed it. 

I tried to talk, but the words got stuck in my mouth and I couldn't get anything out. 

Samantha stopped in her act of... whatever she was doing and looked at me. I almost took a step back in fear at the crazed look in her eyes, but then I reminded myself that I had been through tougher and scarier stuff than a crazy girl mushing potatoes...

That sounded really messed up. 

I shook my head and I stood straighter, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "What are you doing Samantha?"

She stared just as hard as before, and I found myself gulping. I pushed the worried thoughts aside; I was a gang member. 

She tilted her head in the way dogs do when they don't understand something, or are mystified. Though, her expression wasn't one bit wondering; her eyes clearly spoke murder. 

Still, I stood my ground and continued to stare at her with a raised eyebrow. 

"Tell me Bertha, are you a potato?" 

Once again, her ability to forget and mix names was astounding. I didn't let my thoughts wander to far, but focused on what she had said. 

Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

Samantha squeezed the potatoes harder and stared at me with a steel gaze. "Are you sure?" 

This time, I did visibly gulp, but tried to ignore it. "Yeah." My voice was weak and faint. I was still at loss of what she was getting at. 

"Because I can choke you to." Samantha stared challenging at me and I glanced at the mushed potatoes. 

"No- I'm not- I will-" Slowly, avoiding making any fast movements that could scare of trigger her into more madness, I backed out of the room and puffed out in relief when I was finally out of seeing-range. 

I tried not to think to much of what we had done, and that kidnapping the girl might've been a complete mistake. Thankfully, my line of thoughts were interrupted by Evan who walked by. 

He looked at my pale face and frowned, worried. I tried to hide how shaken up I really was and straightened my clothes. 

"Any new information about the Snakes?" I asked to change the subject before he even got the chance to ask me. 

Evan looked at me with a concerned expression for some seconds before he answered. He shook his head. "Not really," he told me, then shrugged. "But at least we know they're not a real threat to us anymore, thanks to Samantha. I still don't know how she did it," while Evan sounded intrigued at the feat Samantha had pulled of after the fight, I shivered violently at the sound of her name. I hid it so that Evan wouldn't notice, I didn't want him to worry more, or think of me as weak. I couldn't be afraid of a little girl. Even if said little girl was capable of killing me without second thoughts. I grimaced at the sudden memory of Samantha shooting those men, her eyes holding nothing, like she wasn't taking a life.

I focused on Evan, keeping my thoughts clean from my face. I nodded at him and glanced back at the kitchen door where I could hear Samantha saying something along the lines of: "Vodka, Ce! Vodka!"

"Who is even this Ce?" He asked, and I shrugged. 

"No idea, but I don't even think I want to find out," I told him. Evan nodded in agreement. I hesitated and looked down at my shoes.

I glanced up at Evan and cleared my throat. His attention having been directed to the floor, the sudden noise startled him. 

I grimaced, "Well, I better get going." 

Evan nodded and we both hesitated, looking at each other. Finally, I got to my senses and shook my head. 

Evan opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it as nothing came out. 

I sighed and moved around him, glancing back as I made my way down the corridor. 

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Can you believe this story has 16 chapters? I definitely can't. Or, like, I know I've written 16 lame (I mean awesome) stories, but it still feels unreal. 

Peace!

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