A SOULMATE WHO WASN'T MEANT TO BE; fear street 1994, 1978, 1666 x fem!reader

04. skeletor

y/n's pov

When I woke up the next morning, well afternoon, I was alone in my bed. I sat up and saw the clothes Simon wore to bed dumped on the floor and his bloody shirt gone. Once I stood up I saw what looked like a note on my bedside table. I opened it to read,

i had to go to work, sorry beautiful.
i'll see you later though!
i love you <3
-simon :)

I smiled and read over the note again before placing it back on my bedside table.

I yawned as I walked downstairs. I still felt exhausted even after my long sleep in.

Imogen was sitting on the couch reading a book, and mom was nowhere to be seen. I didn't question it, it was a reoccurring thing.

I sat down next to Imogen and turned on the TV.

"Mall employee Ryan Torres has been identified as the killer. A recent graduate of Shadyside High-"

I switched the TV off and froze.

I spoke to Ryan that day.

He was my friend.

Was he really going to kill me if I were there?

He was Heather's best friend... WHY WOULD HE KILL HER?

"Y/N?"

I snapped back to reality and looked over at my little sister. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I smiled. "It's nothing."

Imogen went to say something else but then the phone rang.

"I got it." I stood up and took the phone off the wall.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, perfect." It was Kate.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"So, I'm babysitting tonight and I was wondering if you could help out. I already asked Simon but we both know he won't be that much help and-"

"Yeah, Kate. I can help. It's fine." I assured her.

"Really? Great! Thanks, Y/N/N!"

"No problem."

"The address is *idk*"

"Alright, thanks. I'll see you later then, Kate."

"Yeah, bye! Thanks again."

The line went dead and I hung up the phone.

"I need to go take a shower."

"I could tell." Grinned Imogen.

"Oh shut up."

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"-and if you finish in an hour i'll let you watch My So-Called Life with me."