Chloe Wilson was practically perfect. She had a perfect 4.0 GPA and took all honor classes. During the week she tutored other students and on the weekend she volunteered in her community. Along with being kind and intelligent; she was stunning. Her hair was a golden yellow that was as soft as silk and her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. She was utterly gorgeous.
It was a beautiful Friday and school was over. As Chloe was leaving, she heard the typical "Goodbye" and "See you Monday". She just smiled and said goodbye. It was hard to not like Chloe and everyone knew that. She was too kind and no one could find a reason to not like her. People tried, but in the end they ended up loving her.
She pulled up in her driveway and entered her luxurious home. The house was made of brick and was two stories. The grass was picture perfect green and the house was picture perfect clean. Chloe grabbed an apple off her kitchen counter and began to watch the news. Everything was... perfect, until IT showed up. " You know it is hilarious that you are so liked for being so fake." Chloe rolled her eyes, " I'm not fake." IT scoffed," Sure! Cheating on a test to get a perfect grade and pretending you never did it is not being fake?" "I didn't cheat off of anyone." IT rolled her eyes, " So that guy let you look off his test". Chloe got up, "Why are you even here?" "Because I know who you truly are. A lying, fake person trying to be perfect." Chloe slapped the bully, "You don't get to talk to people like that." "Why because it 's true? You're pathetic!" Chloe threw her hands up in frustration, " FINE! I cheated one time! Are you happy now!" " Why would I be happy? You're still a liar!" Chloe groaned, "What now!" IT just smiled, "Oh come on. We both know you hate volunteering. You wish you could just come home and do nothing like everyone else." Chloe was absolutely furious, " I love to volunteer! You don't get to tell me what I enjoy and what I don't enjoy!" It just laughed, "OK, so you didn't want that old lady to choke so you could leave the nursing home earlier." Chloe froze, "I don't know what you're even talking about. I would never want someone to choke." "Come on, Chloe. You can't lie to me. I'm everywhere. I know everything." Chloe, scared out of her mind, ran to the kitchen. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW! ALL YOU'RE DOING IS DEGRADING ME WHEN I KNOW I'M A GOOD PERSON!," Chloe screamed,"You can't ruin me. Not now, not ever. I'm perfect!"
"No, you're not nor will you ever be. You wanna know why, Chloe? Because you're a self-centered wannabe. You don't care about anything, but yourself. You want to be perfect, but you are truly the most flawed person ever to exist because you refuse the idea that you can make mistakes." Tears were streaming down Chloe's face, "Stop! Quit saying that!" It didn't stop though, "You know what's even faker than you Chloe? All of your relationships. I guarantee that if you died, no one would care because you don't have friends. You only have people that 'like' you. Chloe, why don't you just die. No one will miss you. It'll just be better for you. You're worthless and pathetic, so what difference would it make." Chloe slowly grabbed a knife and began to stab the tormentor. While she was killing the tormentor, she hurt herself and began to bleed to death. Chloe and It died together.
When they were found dead in Chloe's kitchen, the police could only find Chloe's body. It was as if the evil person never existed that is because IT never existed. IT was Chloe's conscious because while everyone thought she was perfect; she knew otherwise. The police declared the death a suicide because it was a suicide. Everyone that knew Chloe was utterly shocked by the death. They didn't know why she would do such a thing. Everyone that knew her cried for years about her death because they did care about her. In a way, Chloe's conscious was wrong about no one caring if Chloe died, so in the words of Chloe Wilson you could say this was the perfect death.
(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction)
