Insane Hurricane

The plan

In my dream, the same events occur, but they slit my throat as well and I die knowing I never got any revenge that I was happy with. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. Dreaming about your death is worrying. I sit up and look at the alarm clock next to the bed 2:39 it reads.

Matt isn't next to me, he's over by the window, presumably smoking. "Don't you sleep?" I ask. I startle him, a sight I never expected to see. I go and stand next to him and stare into the deep night sky. I lean on his shoulder, "I had a nightmare," I whisper.

He puts out the cigarette and holds me against his chest. "I have an idea," he says and shuts the window, he grabs a pen and paper.

"What are you doing?" I ask

"It's the perfect time to get the first part of the revenge. I have an idea,"

"Which is," I think he is intelligent and could probably come up with something really good.

"So Halloween, big event for your school, other schools around it. So we could print off a few hundred invitations to some Halloween party."
I liked the creepy atmosphere this would create but what would we do?

"But what is there we could do to them?"

"I don't know, spike some drinks?" He says like that would be a normal thing for him to do. "I'm gonna show you something okay, you can't tell anyone though."

He took me to the basement of his house. His dads out working late, apparently. He searches through some boxes and gets a key. The key leads us through another door to a safe. He slowly opens it and reveals a gun. Fuck. This is actually illegal.

"Why do you have a fucking gun?" I whisper

"I don't know my dads always had it on him, don't know how thought. He doesn't know I have it though."
I don't know if I should be disgusted or not. He's starting to scare me a bit, the frequent pill taking and all the violence. I can't get cut on his edges though. I have to pretend I find this really hot .

"First a knife and now a gun? Your so violent I fucking love it," I say biting my lip.

"Tell anyone and I'll literally kill you," I presume he jokes, he presses the gun against my forehead and I can't help but laugh at how surreal everything feels. "I've gotta put this back before my dad gets back, shit." He says lowering his voice at each word.

We go back upstairs and he works on the invitations to hand out. "So we need to go to our own party," I say, "but no one can recognise us."

"It's alright we have no friends," he jokes.

"Seriously Matt, I don't want my scalp getting burned again, we'll have to get masks or something. Pretend we live up in one of the rich houses."

"You will not get touched by them. I would like to stay by your side and make sure that but I think we would need to stay by different people."

"It's okay they are all one big group." Reality sets in and I'm starting to doubt everything. "Wait, are you sure we can actually do this, how do you plan for this to work?" I ask

"I can hack into Deans twitter or Facebook, get the invite and put it on there. And being the most popular boy in the school people would follow his every word. People would kill to go to that party. All we need is an empty field and some drink."

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The next day, well in the afternoon, I went to see a doctor about the hot water on the scalp. Fortunately the water not hot enough to really burn me, I guess I got lucky this time. I had my lines out planned out, I put the hot water shower on and forgot about it, I just went straight under like that. She believed me, she probably didn't care. Other people had more important issues to sort out.

Matt went and sorted out all the things for the Halloween party. I have no clue what that boy is planning. He won't tell me. He just told me to pick a good costume.

I'm back at home looking through my huge closet. I found an angel costume. A dark angel costume. It did look really nice. I found a lace mask that covered my eyes, I looked unrecognisable. I loved it.

Everything was running smoothly. I'm looking forward to Halloween. I'm hoping for it to be an interesting event.