Death is when the monsters get you - Stephen King Salem's Lot
It happened again. Last night. Every night for the past two months I've had a dream. The same dream each time. Nothing will happen around two in the morning. I never get to the ending, so I continue it myself when I'm alone. I'm not sure wither I should be worried about the dream. It isn't a nice subject. Well, to others it isn't. I murder them. All of them. Without a problem, I enjoy it. They deserve it. They've been bad people, They are bad people. Bad influences. That's all they are. It's all they'll ever be. It starts slow, not a lot goes on. I find out where they are, all hiding. It's quiet and the dim light gives the school an eery feeling. My adrenaline is high as I aproach them. I know what I want to do to them, I've thought about it a lot, planned it, organised it. There's a room, in the back of the art classroom. It's isoclated, never used and it's the place I plan on taking them. I choose Maddison first. She's the leader, or the one who acts it. She makes me sick, she's disrespectful, judgemental and stupid. She's always rude to adults, teachers anyone who has more power than her. She feels the need to belittle anyone better than her. Her lies ruin others but she doesn't get in trouble. Her tough act shatters when the boy she chases after doesnt feel the same way. As she bitches about the others and they retaliate back, I aspire to leave but can't without an outbreak of insults and threats. After approaching her I slice her across the arm to show her what I'm capable of, what I always have the power to do, She just had to tip me over the edge. She tries to fight back but can't considering the state she's in. She deserves more than what she is about to get but I have others I need to get too. I want to watch as the blood is drained from her boody. Lying there lifeless. What I'm doing isn't wrong, I'm helping others, helping them escape her venomous grasp.