"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
Fanfiction"can you hear me? don't pick up your phone, is there a world where we can be alone?" The town of Woodsboro, California had quite the reputation, known for the brutal massacres that had taken place several times since the murder of Maureen Prescott i...
