Sweet Dead Sixteen

Chapter 6

Monica was the next person on my list, Chloe’s 'right hand man'. The image of her face in my head stirred up red hot anger. Fueled by fresh angry thoughts, I imagined myself at Monica’s house and when I opened my eyes I was there! Monica’s filthy rich and is by far the most stuck up, spoiled person I’ve ever came across. She’s always right by Chloe’s side, spreading rumors here and there. Not to mention she’s slept with almost every guy on the football team. I grimaced as my hate for her grew stronger.

 When I glided up to her house, I saw Monica pulling out of the garage in her brand-new Porsche, on her way to school. I quickly slipped into the backseat unnoticed. A few moments later she was screaming bloody murder—she must have glanced in the review mirror and caught a glimpse of me in her backseat. She was going way too fast to begin with, she slammed on the brakes, but I had already taken care of that. She kept stomping on the brake pedal but the car didn’t slow. Panicked, she swerved the car off the road and smashed into a tree. She was going have more than just a nasty bruise, for some reason the air bag jammed, so I’m guessing she might have brain injury at the very least. Not to mention the shards of glass that sprayed down on her from the shattered windshield. I was pretty sure my work here was done. I merely tapped her phone and it dialed 911; she deserved to live with these injuries, I wasn’t going to let her off that easy. 

I wandered around the forest off the road were Monica had crashed. About fifteen minutes later I could hear the sirens of the ambulance. I went back and watched as they lifted her into the ambulance. Good, she got exactly what she deserved. Suddenly, I got this feeling. I felt drained of energy. I felt so heavy. I sat down on a fallen tree; I was exhausted. I guess my revenge escapade had taken a lot of my energy. I needed to rest—but where and how? I didn’t think ghosts even needed sleep! Then a thought hit me; I mustered all the energy I had left and closed my eyes.

When I opened them I was at the gates of the town cemetery. I tiredly dragged myself to the newest looking grave; it was mine. My mother had them go all out with the gravestone. You could tell it was the best money could buy, lucky me. I had no clue how to attempt ‘resting’, so I just awkwardly lied down over my grave and closed my eyes hoping it’d work. I slowly seeped into the ground and my mind went blank.