A/N: The prologue is confusing but you'll get by the end of the story, if you don't get it already.
I hate how happy they always are.
I'm not happy.
They pretend to care.
They act like family.
But always stab each other in the back.
That's not nice.
Their friends.
Bad friends.
None of them noticed his pain.
Why didn't they notice?
What do they say in horror films?
They never see it coming.
I can't help but smile as I see them through my window.
They'll never guess who I am.
They probably don't even remember what his name was.
They'll pay.
I promise, Matt, they'll pay.