After her parents death, Y/N Y/L/N moved to woodsboro to live with her cousin Tatum. Once she arrives she is thrown into tatums friend group where she meets billy loomis. Her and Billy develop a strange type of friendship. Once night at a party Y/N...
I couldn't sleep because of the events of the night. I kept replaying my meeting with ghostface in my mind. I shouldn't have helped him, so why did I? I rolled over in my bed and stared up at the dark celling. I didn't know what ghostface had done to get himself stabbed, but I'm guessing no one runs around in a ghostface costume for a good reason.
By the time Monday morning came around I had barely slept 12 hours. I dragged my self out of bed like a zombie and stared at my reflection. I looked horrible. The only Color In my face was the huge purplish eye bags under my eyes and my hair was an absolute mess. I was way too sleep deprived to care about my appearance today. I sighed and attempt to use makeup to make me look a little more alive. Once I was happy with my face I attempted to find some comfy clothes that didn't make me look homeless.
I really wasn't feeling it today.
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By the time Tatum was banging on my door I was ready to go. I didn't feel like eating but I chugged a couple cups of black coffee to wake me up. I was drossy during the car right to the school but by the time we arrived the caffeine had kicked in. This morning was a repeat of every morning from the last two weeks. Meet everyone at the fountain and hangout before the bell rings and then Billy walks me to class while he asks me crime related questions. Honestly it was getting repetitive and boring.
My first class this morning was biology and Billy had class with me. We walked to our desks and I cracked open a book. Billy and Stu were laughing and joking in front of me and my teacher began to hand our tests from the pervious week. My teacher slid a paper across my desk and I looked over the top of my book to see a bright red 100% staring back at me.
"Hey scooby."
Billy said turning around in his chair to face me.
"How did you do?"
"100%"
I said unimpressed without looking up from my book.
"No fucking way."
He said grabbing my test and looking for himself. When he saw the mark on the top of the page he cursed under his breath. I folded the top corner of my page and put my book down.
"Why Billy how did you do?"
I tried looking over him to see the paper of his desk but he quickly moved his hands to cover it. I managed to see the red 58% before he covered it though.
"Shit Billy you basically got half of my grade."
I said jokingly.
His face flushed in embarrassment and I instantly felt bad.
"Hey if you need someone to tutor you I can. Biology is kind of my strong suit.
"I can tell."
He scoffed.
"I would love that though, if you tutored me. I really need the help."
"Well obviously."
I joked and this time he gave a little chuckle.
"Do you want me to come over after school? I'll bring some snacks."
He smiled at me and nodded.
"Sure that works."
The rest of school day was pretty uneventful. Sydney wasn't at school and I over heard Tatum and Stu whispering about it. It wasn't until the end of the school day that I found out why ghost face was at Billy's party last night.
More teenagers had been murdered.
When I heard the school announcement saying that the body of another one of my class mates had been found in a field earlier that morning I felt the blood drain out of my face. I had helped a murder. That's when I realized it was worse then I thought. I hadn't helped just a murderer, I had helped a serial killer. I quickly grabbed my stuff and took off towards the bathroom. Once I got inside I threw up. I could have told someone he was in the shed. I could have called the cops and distracted him until the cops got there. Instead I helped bandage him up and then let him slip out into the night.
And because of me more people will be murdered.
I wiped the vomit from my lips and slowly slid down onto the bathroom floor. I couldn't breath and it felt like the bathroom walls were closing in on me. I was hyperventilating and needed to get out of here. I tried to stand up on my shaky legs and walked towards the bathroom doors. I threw myself out of the bathroom and bumped into someone. I mumbled and apology and stumbled towards my locker. I heard the person I bumped into call after me, but the sound of my heart pounding drowned them out. I finally reached my locker and began to unlock it with shaky hands. I opened the door and a ripped piece of paper fluttered out on to the ground. I stared at it in confusion before bending over to pick it up. I saw someone approaching me out of the corner of my eye but I was to focused on the note in my hands. I read it and reread it over and over again, praying each time my eyes scanned the poorly written words that this was all just a bad dream. It wasn't signed but I knew who it was from.
From next to me I heard a soft voice asking if I was ok. My eyes were locked on the note though.
"Thank you for your help. Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon."
The next thing I knew I was falling into the arms of the person beside me.
