Depressed as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. My mom had killed me with a tub of ice cream, and she would never know it.

I wasn't always tubby. I mean, sure, I had always been a little bit heavier than the other kids. I could be a little more active, but I never really felt the need. It wasn't a secret that I loved food, and I never really stopped myself when I wanted a cookie or a tub of ice cream or a slice of cake. Most of my diet consisted of junk food. After all, what kid didn't love junk food? <br><br>It was true what they say, though. That too much of a good thing could be a bad thing, and from about the age of 12 my weight skyrocketed. I went from being a little bit more mature than the other kids, as I liked to call it, to having a double chin by age 14. <br><br>By the time I was 16, I was about 345 lbs. I couldn't fit through the school hallways, as the lockers were too close to the sides of the corridor, so I had to walk outside to get to my next class. I hated life, I really did, and I didn't really see a point in getting skinny again. I was like this for life, so I may as well accept it. I couldn't have been more wrong. <br><br>After spending about half of Saturday playing Grand Theft Auto V, mom suggested we eat dinner. I played video games so much, I had almost forgotten that food existed. I waddled over to the fridge, and when I opened the door, mom told me to think carefully about my decision as I had been eating way too much junk food lately. I thought for a moment, then realized that I didn't really have any other options. I was so fat at this point that even going to McDonald's was hard. <br><br>I reached into the fridge and pulled out the tub of ice cream that had been there since my birthday a couple of weeks back, and I dragged myself to my room to eat it. When I opened the lid, I noticed that the ice cream inside was sort of watery, as if it had been left out for a couple of hours. I expected this, though, as the ice cream hadn't exactly been in the freezer for too long. <br><br>It tasted fine, though, so I carried on eating. That was my mistake. After I finished the tub, I threw it in the trash and went back to gaming. It was only when I had to drill through a train tunnel as part of the mission that I felt the pain. <br><br>It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like someone had shot me in the heart. I hunched over in pain and struggled to breathe. I looked down and saw that my chest was wet, and when I wiped it off, I realized that it was blood. <br><br>I fell out of my chair and crawled towards the door, but as my stomach fell to the floor, I felt another agonizing burst of pain. That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped crawling and cried on the floor, begging God to end my suffering. <br><br>I couldn't take it anymore. I hunched over one last time, and when I did, I heard a sort of crack. When I looked, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was hunched over because all the fat from my stomach had melted into my lungs, drowning me. Further up, my esophagus had melted into my heart, puncturing it, which had killed me. <br><br>It was only when I stopped crying that I noticed I could still think. I was dead, but I could still think? I honestly had no idea, but I could watch my lifeless body sit there until it rotted. I gotten so fat that my stomach had literally melted and killed me. I sat there for about an hour, my empty corpse on the floor, until I couldn't take it anymore. <br><br>I stood up, dead body and all, and dragged it to the kitchen. I propped it up against the fridge, where I left it, like a lifeless puppet. I hobbled over to mom, who was looking at my lifeless corpse in horror. I could honestly see the horror in her eyes. I don't know how I could see it, but I could, as if I could see into her soul. <br><br>I reached out my lifeless hand, and instead of grabbing her shoulder, I reached inside of her. I could see inside her mind, see what she was thinking, and I was appalled. She wasn't horrified at the sight of her dead son, she was horrified at the fact that she had left the tub of ice cream in the oven for three hours, as she thought that would melt the ice cream and make it gooey, but it had the opposite effect. <br><br>It was a bit too gooey, and it had instantly dissolved my esophagus as I ate it, cutting off my breathing. I saw an image of her realization that she had killed her son, and I reached in deeper. She didn't care that I was dead. She was just upset that she had been caught. She had been expecting this day to come for quite a while, and when she had seen me eating the ice cream, she had been in pure ecstasy. <br><br>Depressed as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. My mom had killed me with a tub of ice cream, and she would never know it. She looked at me and screamed. Why? She thought I was dead. She didn't know I had been watching from the inside of her head. I reached in further, and when she felt me inside of her, she fell to the ground in agony. <br><br>The last thing I saw was an image of her ripping her heart out. She killed herself, all because I had been planted inside of her like a parasite, eating away at her from the inside. I didn't care, though. I was dead. I was finally at peace. And mom... well, she got what she deserved.