"so, when i die, which i must do
could it shine down here with you?"
y/n's pov
Nothing. That's what I felt.
I had stopped crying about an hour ago and was now staring at the ceiling blankly. The sun had risen now and I didn't know what to do. I hadn't been able to sleep all night.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I picked up my phone to see multiple notifications from texts and random apps on my phone.
I clicked on the first notification and it took me to a news site.
"Woodsboro Sheriff murdered."
"Sheriff Judy Hicks (42) and her son Wesley Hicks (17) were found--"
I swiped off the app and deleted it. I didn't want to see that.
Wesley.
Wes.
My Wes.
I opened my texts. They were from the groupchat with my friends.
Yesterday 7:20 pm
mindy | guys
i have some bad news
chad | what else is new
mindy | wes is dead
chad | oh shit
like murdered dead?
mindy | yes dumbass
liv | omg
does y/n know?
is she okay?
mindy | she knows
she's really torn up about it
obviously
chad | so wes is dead?
mindy | YES.
I didn't bother reading the rest of the messages. I thought about replying, but left it. I didn't want to leave my bed. It hurt to move. I felt empty inside.
I did however read the most recent message at the bottom.
Today 8:13 am
chad | y/n are you coming tonight?
to amber's?
you don't have to
just asking
maybe | y/n
I knew if I did go it would probably be just another party except every time someone walked past me I would be told "I'm so sorry" and I hated the thought of that. I don't want some random kid's sympathy. I want my boyfriend to not be fucking dead.
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I stood outside Amber's large farmhouse and sighed. Ever since I watched the first Stab movie, this house gave me the creeps.
There was music blasting inside and I could tell the house was crowded.
I walked up the porch steps with my hands in my sweater pockets and in the front door. I walked into the living room, hoping to see Liv, Chad, Mindy or Amber.
I then spotted the letters strung up from the ceiling, spelling out FOR WES in blue.
"Hey." I turned my head to see Liv.
YOU ARE READING
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄; wes hicks x fem!reader
Fanfiction𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 - 𝐰𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ── 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 the return of the ghostface killings disrupts normal life for y/n l/n and her friend group, especially when it's believed the killer could be one of them. ...
