That Halloween

CHAPTER 1

Y/N POV

I'm sat in my room thinking of what makeup up look to do. I'm obsessed with SFX and Halloween so with it being the 1st of October I decide to make it look like I got shot in the head. You know, just the normal thing a 17 year old high schooler would do.

I get out my supplies and start applying liquid latex to my forehead and adding cotton wool on top until I have my shape. After letting it dry I add foundation to make everything blend in. Grabbing my red and black paints I start to and the depth and soreness to the "wound". When it's nearly done I finally add the fake blood. Done!

I look in the mirror and feel proud of my work, it's probably one of the best looks I've done.

Having taken a few photos of the makeup I post it on Instagram.

I head downstairs and see my mum making dinner

"Hey, where's the olive oil?"

She turns to look at me and screams

"Jesus Y/N you scared me! Why do you need olive oil?"

"To take the fake blood of. It really helps, learnt that from Lili Reinhart. It was in one of her youtube videos"

"Huh. It's in the cupboard on the left"

"Thanks"

I head back upstairs and start peeling of the latex and using the oil to take of the blood.

-----------------------------------------------Later that evening-----------------------------------------------

After eating my dinner I turn on the TV and try to find a film. I notice one called 'Scream'. I recognized the name from somewhere and decide to start watching it.  

I was instantly hooked and by 1/4 of the way in I already had my suspicions on who the killer was.

Once the movie had finished I really started thinking. What would it be like to kill someone with Billy and Stu? Or maybe just even on my own? You must have to hate someone A LOT. I mean Billy had a decent reason, but Stu? 

I can think of a fair few people who I hate. But would I kill them. 

Maybe

I ended up falling asleep with that thought on my mind.

Murder, or Redrum as Danny in The Shining called it.

I had school the next day. yay. I HATE school, all the girls are such bitches and almost everyone hates me. Except this one girl called Marilyn Wilson, or Lyn as I sometimes call her. She's my best (and only) friend but I refuse to admit it. 

We both joined Burnbry High School at the same time (2 years ago). It's in a town called, you guessed it, Burnbry

The area is really small so even if I wanted to move schools I couldn't.

After my parents split up, mum wanted to move house to have a "fresh start" so she chose this shitty area. Thanks mum.

I didn't even bother trying to have a good time at this school. I knew I would hate it. 

I punched a girl in the face on my first day so you can already imagine my record. She was being annoying and trying to be friends with me and I couldn't be bothered to listen to her annoying voice go on about tie-dying t-shirts at the weekend anymore. So, I did the only logical thing to do. Punch her right in the mouth. That shut her up. 

Naturally my mum wasn't pleased when I got home but screw her, she took me here. I was actually a tiny bit happy at my old school. People new not to mess with me and we'd get on fine but here it was like I was back to square one.

Anyway, my thoughts kept on going back to killing people. Some may say that's psychotic but whatever. It's kinda fun to imagine. Holding a knife to their throat and getting them to apologize for everything they ever did to me and still killing them anyway. Slitting their neck and stabbing them a million times and watching the blood pour out onto my clothes and onto the grass as they cry out in ------

God. 

What has gotten into me!

It's not like I'd ever do that to someone. 

Would I?

That's the first chapter! Yay! I hope you liked it! - El 👻🎃💀