Slasher imagines

Billy and Stu

All I want to do is cry and sleep, though I don't know which one to do first. Not only did Sydney humiliate me in front of everyone, but my boss also fired me for being late.. Maybe crying first is the best option.
What else can I do? No matter how hard I try I always end up failing, I'm never good enough for anyone and I am so tired of it.

I'm so tired..

After what felt like hours of being curled up to my pillow I hear my phone buzz. I make no effort in checking the notification, I just keep my eyes closed and pray that the person leaves me alone. Not even 5 minutes go by before another buzz erupts from the device. I sigh and stuff my nose deeper into my pillow. When I finally feel like I can rest my phone begins letting out noise after noise until it gets to be too much.

I roll over and yank my phone from its position on my night stand. Upon opening the phone I see multiple notifications from some of my friends and I almost open them to reply, until a notification from social media appears at the top of the screen. It was the latest post by Sydney. I reluctantly click the notification and see my own face pop up. I sit shocked for a moment before reading the caption.

Today I found out a slut was roaming the halls and decided our school needed a little cleaning. Maybe tomorrow I should-

I couldn't finish reading the sentence before tears began falling onto the screen. My vision was blurry and my breathe was caught in my throat. I dropped the phone into my lap and tried wiping away the tears but it appeared that the tears were coming faster than I could wipe them. I found myself getting angry as I kept aggressively wiping the salty forms of pain.
"Stop! Stop it! Why me!? Why am I so weak and stupid and-" I threw my hands down in frustration as sobs left my mouth. Giving up on wiping the painful tears.

A notification made my screen light up and I looked down on instinct.

Billy Loomis💘
Y/n? Me and Stu here, are you okay?

I grabbed my phone and threw it to the side, inevitably cracking it from the power behind of the throw.
"Leave me alone! I don't want- I just- please just leave me alone!" My voice cracking as I scream at the device. I put my head in my hands and grip my hair. All I wanted to do was hit something. I felt this rage build inside of my chest, wanting to escape. It almost physically pained me. I stood from the bed and paced around my room for a moment, looking for something-anything to hit. Maybe to throw. The thought of being able to sit still was long gone. I found nothing worth breaking until I found a certain gift I had received a few Christmas's ago.

I pick up the ornament with a signature that read from your bestie- Sydney. I grit my teeth and wiped my blurred eyes again. Once again becoming enraged with the weakness in myself. I finally clutch the ornament enough that it bursts in my hand. I look at my hand in surprise and suddenly felt the rage that built in my chest pop. All I wanted to do was scream and cry. Not from the pain that was dulled by the adrenaline coursing through me, simply from the raw anger. Something I had never felt before.

My knees become weak as I fall to the floor. I lean forward so my forehead is touching the floor and my knees are digging into my rib cage. One hand finds itself clutching my chest and the other is banging against the floor. When the tears just keep coming and the sound of my phone sending out notifications got to be too much I finally let it out. All the anger and sadness finally left my lips in a gut wrenching scream.

All the noises finally stopped as my scream replaced them instead. When my chest became tight and the air in my lungs ran out I took in a quick inhale before loud sobs racked my body. The knuckles of the hand clutching my chest  began hurting from the pressure I was putting on them. I fell onto my side before fully rolling onto my back. The sobs had subdued to quieter whimpers though the tears kept sliding down my face. I made no attempts in wiping them as I knew it would be useless. Anything I ever did was useless..

Through my sobs I heard my bedroom door open. I just close my eyes and roll over so my back is facing the door.
"Go away! Why won't you leave me alone!?" I yell. A few moments later the door closes. I don't attempt to hide my sobs or turn over. I know the person or people are still here, I feel the eyes staring at me.
"why won't you just leave me alone?.." I whisper.

The footsteps slowly proceed to me, seeming to be more than one person. I feel a hand on my back and I flinch from their touch. The hand keeps its place on my back but not for long before it retreats back to its owner. I keep my eyes closed as I hear a singular pair of footsteps walk in front of the way I was facing. I hear shuffling in front and behind me before all that inhabits the small room was my sobs once again.

After a few moments I peek over my hand to see Stu Macher lying in front of me. His eyes closed yet his position mimicking mine so he was facing me on his side. My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I peek over my shoulder to Billy Loomis doing exactly what Stu was yet facing my back. I look back ahead of me and feel my sobbing grow louder and my eyes shut as their blurred from my tears once again.

Suddenly I'm pulled into Stu's chest as I feel my back against Billy's. Billy's hand caresses my arm and Stu caresses my hip. I let my hands roam to Stu's shirt as I take the material beneath my hands firmly into my grasp. I put my forehead against his chest and let more scream like sobs come out of my mouth. Thank you after thank you leaves my lips as it's the only thing I can think of saying at the moment. Billy and Stu both keep quiet yet hold me close.

That night was spent holding each other close. No words that I can remember left the boys lips as we laid on the cold floor. As I fell asleep from pure exhaustion I could only dread what may come the next day. Yet through my dread I knew it would all be okay because I had my two lovers by my side.

A/n - I am so sorry, this turned out horrible..