₂ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃

𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄

Death. A horrible being that had surrounded me for years. First my mother, then my father. It seemed as though I was a magnet for these tragedies. I wonder what I could have done to deserve such hurt.

I feel as though my mind is too messed up to give a damn. Hell, I'm in love with a murderer and I'm considering leaving with him.

Is it possible I'm being unreasonable because the man I've spent the last two years of my life with just died? No! I've wanted Stu for so long, since forever really. He's always been there for me, except for when he was busy running from the cops. If I left with him, it would be over for me. No one would ever respect me again, I would just be the crazy girl who ran off with the serial killer. I don't care about that much though, caring has never gotten me anywhere. Giving a damn had always just left a trail of dead bodies.

After the police arrived at the scene, they had interviewed everyone involved. Randy was rolled away on a stretcher, they tried to save him but he ultimately died before they could even start driving. I held his hand, told him it was okay and that I loved him. Boring, basic, death shit. Everything I was so used to.

Sidney had already offered to stay with me tonight but I refused, she thinks I'm fragile because Randy died but I'm really not. Now that he's gone, if I choose to leave with Stu I'll feel less guilty about it. I also needed time to think, Sidney is really annoying sometimes and she doesn't shut up. I mean I guess I look like I'm fragile, I haven't stopped crying since Randy died but I feel like it's just two years catching up to me.

I still couldn't believe that Stu and Billy showed up. It's so mind blowing that they were alive this whole time. I've spent countless nights thinking about them, well mainly Stu. I didn't care much for Billy, he had no soul under his killer mask but Stu did. Stu had passion for things more than murder.

It must sound terrible for me to justify Stu's actions. He killed my best friend, the one girl who I was closest to. I shouldn't forgive him for that, Casey would forever haunt me like she does my dreams.

Behind the killer, though, he's a sweet guy. He would be able to give me a fun life full of adventures, maybe it would be on the run but I don't mind. I loved Stu. It was sick, demented, and twisted, and it made me horrible. Randy had just died and I had already moved on, I think I moved on when I received that call from Stu claiming I would leave Randy. I knew it would always be Stu, the only person who could rival him was Casey and she was gone already.

Casey would always be apart of me, there was bond between us that not even death could sever.

My brain hurts, I just want to sleep. This bed is haunted with the many sticky fumblings that I shared with Randy and other random people.

"Where is my mind?" Tears began to leak again from my already bloodshot eyes. I wish I could stop crying, I need to think.

Just as I was beginning to drift asleep into a nightmare stained with blood, the phone rang. I tiredly picked up the phone.

"Hey, buttercup!" I now knew that it was Stu, the voice modifier was on still. Did he not trust me? Did he think I was recording him?

"Why is the voice thing on, Stu?" I question him, kind of harshly. "Do you not trust me?"

"Woah, hey. I trust you, Billy found out recently that the government and shit can now track calls so I'm just being safe." He paused, "I always trust you, baby.

The nicknames he used to call me reminded me of how we were before, they cause a blush to creep upon my cheeks. "Okay." I agreed, fully believing him.

"Okay." I could hear the smile in his voice, the smile I so desperately missed. "I know this probably isn't the best time to ask, but have you decided what you're gonna do? I have to leave no later than tomorrow."

Of course, he needed to know. This wasn't the kind of information I could just hold from him. It was important, an important answer that would forever change my life.

"Stuie..." I dragged on, I didn't want to answer yet. It felt wrong answering.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. It's a big choice. I mean you have you're studies, a future career and I'm trying to pull you away from that. I shouldn't even be here, I'm just going to ruin your life." He rambled on, the voice modifier only distracted me a bit. "It's so selfish of me. I can't help it though. I'm addicted to you, Absinthe. I think you're my first and only love."

"Stu, calm down." I took a deep breath with him. "If I didn't want you, I wouldn't take this decision so seriously."

Stu sighed, "Everything I've ever done, since I met you, has been for you, for us."

"Yes and that means a lot to me but I've also built this life. I've changed so much since high school." A tear glided down my face.

"I watched the change in you, Absinthe. It's like you never had a clue. Every chance Billy and I got, I came to see you." He paused for a second, "I don't know how you never noticed me, I guess you were busy entertaining all the other guys you had chasing you."

"Stuie, how did we get here? We used to know each other so well." He breathed loudly at my response, "I miss you so much. I've dreamed about you for years."

"Bad things seem to follow us, darling." He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, I guess they do." I giggled lightly, "Maybe we're cursed, damned even, Stuie-boy."

"You're the only person I would ever want to be cursed with, buttercup." He said seriously.

"Tell me again, Stu, why me? You could've picked any girl at Woodsboro, why me?" I questioned, he never did tell me why he chose me as his final girl.

"Um, there's so much I could say. At first, it was your mysterious aura. The way your black hair made your complexion look even more dead, in a good way, obviously. But then when we were in that lady's class and you threw a fit about your name. That was hot." I blushed at his words.

"Stop, you're making me blush!" I jokingly was angry at the tall boy on the other line.

"I could go on for hours about you, I'll tell you more when I get to eventually officially confess my undying love to you in person." I could hear his smile through the modifier and the phone line. It was a smile I missed so dearly.

"Ah! If I choose you." I joked again.

"Not choosing me would be a mistake, I have a lot of things to offer, babe. I've changed a bit too, yknow?"

"Yeah," I checked the time, three in the morning already, damnit. "Stuie, I'm so tired. Can I tell you my answer tomorrow?"

"Of course, my dear Absinthe. You need your rest. Goodnight, buttercup." He spoke and with that the line went dead.

I had decided to actually go to sleep, I would have all day tomorrow to think about today and my answer.