(Scream x Black Reader)
The two killers stared back at the afro haired girl as she shook against the bed, she obviously couldn't move or fight back, her injuries got infected and caused a high fever to inflame her body.
Tears filled her eyes as sh...
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"Billy never held me like that before, and he most definitely never looked at me the way he looked at her in that very moment," - Sidney Prescott
4
It was like that night before, only this time two more victims emerged, alive but their spirits crushed. The Prescott home was flooded with FBI agents whereas the police station was in chaos, mass reporters at every corner trying to get a glimpse of the new victims-the two girls that survived. It was funny, seeing the flashing lights outside with the shouts of questions and reporters spreading false information.
(Y/n) sat in the chair, slacked and unresponsive across from the two officers in the room, officers David Montana and Casandra Williams. The brown skinned woman pushed a cup of hot chocolate her way with a soft smile, she was being patient with the girl seeing as though it was a traumatizing situation. She stayed next to her side and escorted her personally to the police station making sure she was comfortable. The girl had lost both of her parents, her best friend and now was attacked by a possible serial killer, she needed a break.
Willams took in a deep breath before speaking, "(Y/n)- sweetheart- we need you to tell us what happened," she crouched down beside her giving her hand a soft squeeze. It felt motherly and for a moment the girl's shoulders relaxed.
Silence.
"Did he-did the killer say something about Casey?"
No response.
"Come on (Y/n), we can't help you if you don't say anything," It was officer Montana this time, an impatient expression on his face. The officer was the second one to read Casey's diary, he had every right to believe that the girl was a suspect in this case. There were moments of doubt though, (Y/n) was a good girl- he could see it. Was being outed the tip of the iceberg or jealousy?
The afro haired girl looked through the window to Sidney who was currently talking to Tatum. They watched her eyes water slightly before sniffling once more, "It's all my fault..,"
Cassandra paused, "What? What's your fault sweetheart?"
"I split off from Sidney thinking I could outsmart him- I was wrong," Fat tears rolled down her eyes as she tried to bring the blanket over her soldiers further, not wanting to see an ounce of her skin. "His-his hands.....the knife-"
The woman held the teens hands, noticing her breathing staring to labor, "Take your time. I know this must be hard for you," Cassandra whispered, she scanned over the girls face and her shaking form before asking, "Did- did he possibly sexually-"
"No. That's the thing-he only injured my leg before leaving me on the sink- I- I don't understand why he didn't kill me." It was a partial lie, the male did inappropriately touch her, but now that she thought about it the only threatening part about it was him cutting her leg and taking her underwear. She did stab him in the back-literally, it makes sense with him wanting payback.
