In your Blood

🔪Chapter Two🔪

You opened your door, done with the day you had like always. Your mother was sitting at her desk writting on the computer. She was probably creating her book. "Hey, sweetie. How was your day?"

You crashed on the kitchen chair and tapped on your cellphone, only grunting for a response.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

The phone rang suddenly, causing the both of you to react. You got up. "I'll get it." She thanked you and returned to her work while you grabbed the device, watching the number with a smile of your face. "Hey, Dewey. How are you?"

"It's going good." You heard his nervous laugh on the other end. "Not that I don't want to talk to you but is Sidney there?"

You responded and gave the phone to her. "It's Dewey."

She seemed genuinely happy to hear from him. Your mother told you how he was the brother of her old best friend and helped her a lot. They chatted about everything until her face fell. You watched her, uncertain.

"Are you sure, Dewey?" She turned around so you wouldn't see her expression as she turned on the television, the news appearing by default.

"It seems like Woodsboro will never be at peace since the first time it happened. A student, seventeen years old Carla Walker was found in her room, brutally murdered." The journalist was just outside the suppose house, police cars parked everywhere with yellow tapes. You zoomed out of what was going on. The person they were talking about was in your math class and the one you found kissing Carter.

"Since the first killing spree twenty one years ago, there has being others, each times looking more violent than the last. Are we really safe in this city?"

Your mother closed it and then her eyes gazed at you pleadingly. "Y/N, can you go to your room, please. I need to talk to Dewey, alone." You nodded, still frozen on what you just heard. You got up the stairs and closed your door behind you.

What happened years ago? Wasn't it the first time a killer was murdering people in this town? You sat at your desk and searched on you computer.

The first Woodsboro murders started in 1996. Both highschool students, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, use a generic Halloween costume to stabbed and gutted their victims. From informations, the killers called their victims, threatering them before stabbing them to death-

You didn't have the heart to finish the article. The movies they created was then made because of these real events. You saw these two guys in your visions. They were your mother friends and the guy was the one you saw this morning.

You passed by the mirror, but not without seeing a familiar face. "So you did your researches." His smile gave you shivers.

"Why are you doing this?" You straighten up and glare at the relexion he was at. "For years you appear for whatever reason and now I found out that you are a psychopath who killed people?!"

The man approached in the mirror, looking like he was just behind you. "And do you know why we did it?"

"No. There is no reasons enough to kill somebody unless you are in danger. I doubt this is what you two did."

"Do you think you are better, Y/N?"

You were shocked. "I didn't kill people! I never hurt anybody!"

"You can't run from who you are Y/N." His smile was scaring you, like he knew something you didn't and that frustrated you.

"Fuck you!" Your fist smashed your vanity mirror, blood flowing to your hand and wrist as you hissed with short breaths.

Fast footsteps and the door swung open, your mother rushing to you. "Y/N. What happened? I heard you screaming and heard broken glass." She waited for your response but since you were still silent, her eyes shifted to the broken mirror and your bloody hand. "Y/N, what happened?" She murmured the second time. You only run to her for dear life, silently crying.

Sidney didn't know what happened to make you react like that. Did you see something? She wasn't sure. She hoped you could tell her everything so she would help you passed it.

Dewey called Sidney to let her know unfortunately that the killer was back to life and the murders happening again. The girl in the news had being the first victim from a long time. She returned to Woodsboro because Sidney would go anywhere and this scenario would follow her like a shadow. She knew she was bounded to deal with this trauma since her mother's death but she didn't want you, the most precious person in her life, to experience the same pain. No way.

You detached yourself from your mom. "I want to tell you but I am not ready."

"I understand. Just know that whatever happens, I am here to listen to you."

"Thanks, mom." You hugged her another time.

After the two of you picked up the broken pieces, she placed a kiss on your forehead for goodnight.