StAlKeRs

Thirty-Two

STU

Billy and I watched from afar as y/n and Randy walked around campus looking for the killer who we assumed was on the phone with Randy. We saw Gale and Dewey running around too, snatching phones out of people's hands. Someone copycatted our work and we wanted to know who. It was supposed to be our sequel, not theirs. And I didn't like someone trying to kill my girlfriend. Before I could blink Randy was pulled into the news van that him and y/n were standing by. Y/N tried to stop the door from shutting only to have it slammed on her arm before slamming shut. As soon as she disappeared into the van I went to go after her only to be pulled back by Billy. 

"What the fuck are doing? You can't go after her. Look around, we're lucky nobody has recognized us yet," he said. I looked at him in anger, "I'm not going to let some copycat asshole fucking kill my girlfriend," I growled at him. Then we heard Gale and Dewey yelling for them. Billy and I moved closer but we're still hidden. I had to get into the van. I had to know if she was still alive. Dewey opened the van, Gale screamed, and the Cameraman fainted. 

Laying in the van was Randy, he was covered in blood. Y/N was bent over him, his hand on her cheek. Then his hand slowly slid away and he went still. The sound that left y/n ripped me apart. Billy had to hold me back from running over to her and cradling her in my arms. None of this would be happening if I would have just told Billy no. If I would have talked him out of killing Maureen Prescott then bow if this would have happened. We would all still be together and going to college. 

It wasn't until the police and medics showed up that Dewey was able to pull a blood soaked y/n away from Randy. I watched as they put her in the back of an ambulance. The way she sat there completely numb and zoned out. I knew that was the last straw that broke her. I could see it in those beautiful e/c eyes. Where they were once full of light was now replaced with an empty void. It took everything for Billy to drag me back to the car with the promise we'd sneak into the hospital later tonight. This was all my fault. No. This was all Billy's fault. But as much as I wanted to put all the blame on him, I couldn't. I had a part in this too. 

Y/N 

I was laying in a hospital bed, sitting up slightly. All I could do was stare into space. I couldn't feel anything. I was bandaged up after they did a couple tests and an ultrasound. I wasn't sure why they did all that for a shallow stab wound but I just let them do their jobs. Sidney had come in and sat with me, wrapping her arms around me and letting me cry until I couldn't cry anymore. She left just before dark. They were taking her to a safe house while they had detectives and police stationed outside my room and all around the hospital for me. 

Sideny had brought me a tee-shirt and sweatpants so I had loose fitting clothes to be more comfortable and she threw out the blood stained clothes I had on. My cellular sat on the nightstand beside the bed. I had forgotten it was in the pocket of my jeans. I don't know how I could forget something so bulky and had weight to it. But I guess seeing your best friend bleed out shuts off everything but panic. A knock on the door had me looking up. The doctor stood there with a file in her hands. 

"Hello, Miss. Prescott. I'm Dr. Singh. I wanted to talk about something that I think will make you feel a little bit relieved," she said. I sat up more and she came to stand beside my bed. I was hoping that maybe by some miracle Randy was alive. "So, when you came in I noticed something while examining your stomach and stab wound. And I'm happy to tell you that your baby is just fine," she said. Any color I had left in my face drained away. I just stared at her with wide eyes. After a few minutes I finally spoke up. "I'm sorry what?" I asked. She gave me a confused look, "You're pregnant. Did you not know?" She asked. 

Obviously fucking not! How could I not know I was pregnant?!

I shook my head, "No. I can't be. I have had sex since like October," I said. "Well, the sonogram and blood test say you are. And I'm guessing by the sonogram you're twenty weeks so about five months," she said. She handed me the sonogram picture and there it was a fucking baby. I felt light headed and nauseous. "No. But I-- I haven't had any symptoms and I'm not showing," I said. "Well, some women don't get symptoms and don't start showing until a little later into their pregnancy. Have you had any dizziness or fatigue lately?" She asked. 

I thought back about all the times I would get really lightheaded for no reason and how tired I have been feeling. I nodded my head slowly. "Those are some subtle symptoms. I can tell this wasn't planned. You're only eighteen and in college," she said.

No It wasn't planned. It was stupidity and laziness and eagerness that caused this.

"I've ruined my life," I whispered. "Oh, honey. No. I know this is hard to hear and a shock, but you haven't ruined your life," she said. She pulled up a chair and sat down. "I got pregnant when I was your age. I thought about something but I made the choice to not let it ruin my future. I put myself through med school while pregnant. It was hard to go to school and raise my baby at the same time but I did it. And so can you. But there are other options. You could put the baby up for adoption," she said. 

I was silent for a while letting what she had said sink in. I didn't want to put the baby up for adoption. It was bad timing and their father was a psychopath serial killer but i wouldn't put them up for adoption. "Me and my best friend had our whole lives planned out. We were going to go film school together and then work wherever they would hire us. We would learn more and more while we wrote a screenplay. We wanted to start our own production company. We wanted to make a movie together. It was our whole plan since we were kids. And now--now he's gone," I whispered the last part. 

"I'm going to keep the baby. I don't know if I'll finish film school but I won't give up my baby," I told her. She smiled and stood up, "Well, in that case I'll get You set up with an OBGYN, get you started on a Prenatal Supplement," she said before walking out of the room. I stood up and walked to the window. It was dark out now and as I stood there I had a bad feeling, like Sid was in trouble. It wasn't settling right with me. I found my shoes and slipped them on before grabbing my phone. 

I opened my door and peaked my head out into the hallway; It was empty. "So much for having cops guarding my fucking door." I walked down to the end of the hall and looked around the corner to see the nurses sitting at the nurses station. Their backs facing me. I made a run for it to the other side and to the door that led to the stairs. This felt all too easy.