Diary entry #1 a month after the killingHello diary, today I will be speaking about my side of events on the day Maureen Prescott was murdered.
Well Sidney and I have known one another since pre-k. Our families were close and she was always the person I talked to when things got rough.
When I was 15 my parents started divorcing slowly. Maybe they could have worked it out if they went to therapy but they tried to stay together for me and it caused me to feel even worse with all of it.
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The Day of Mrs. Prescott's death.
Their arguing again
It's 12:30 at night it's been about 15 minutes since my dad walked out of the house slamming the door extra hard behind him, I don't want to hear what their arguing about, I don't want to see them argue and I certainly didn't want to hear my mom complaining to my aunt about it. So I leave by crawling out my window, I'm already ready to get to school so why not go to Sidney's?I like to think Maureen sees me as a daughter cause I see her as another mom. I mean I was kind of shocked when Maureen said I couldn't come over if something happened this week it surprised me because normally she doesn't really mind as long as I'm quite so she doesn't wake up when I do. I don't really feel like I'm disobeying her I mean Sidney's really the one that's not listening because she said I could come over tonight if I snuck through her window.
I'm climbing up the window to Sidneys room. She of course left it unlocked for me. As I'm laying on her bed wondering why she's not in her room. I look around touching random things gently when i pick up Sid's computer to look at the Lock Screen of us again I hear a scream, it's Sidney. I immediately grab the pocketknife I keep in my jacket pocket and rush downstairs looking for Sidney, but still trying to be on the lookout in case someone try's to jump out at me.
I see Sidney with blood on her hands and hold my hand out taking a small step back before speaking softly concerned.
P: "are you ok? Who's blood is that? Did someone try to get in?"
Sidney: "I saw him the guy from the other day he - he killed my mom." She looks at my hand "why do you have a knife?"
I look at her confused looking at my hand and quietly speaking "oh this? Well it's my pocket knife. Im a women I can't just walk over here without some protection."
P: "we have to call the cops." I say still whispering looking around in case a murderer is in here. Did he go out the door?"
Sidney nods slowly dazed
I sigh looking at Sidney before grabbing her hand and having her come with me. "I'm locking the door so we can call the police ok?"
"Stay right there go get a bigger knife, I'll be right back."
I see her nod and lock the door turning around walking to the phone on the table dialing 911.———————————————————————
I look at Sidney hanging up "they're on the way. It'll be ok."
as I'm trying to be strong for myself and Sidney I glance at Maureen's dead body clenching my eyes shut tightly.
When I open them again I see her looking too and go to her facing her away from the body gently holding her as I whisper it will be ok's.
When the cops came by asking us questions and telling us they will be asking us questions soon the ambulance checks us out wrapping a blanket around us by
Sidney: "where were you"
Me: "I was in your room. when I heard your scream I immediately ran downstairs to check on you and Maureen. I think when the killer heard the step squeak they ran off. I texted you when I first got here remember?"
Sid: "Yea - right I'm sorry I'm just so tired"
P: "you don't have to feel bad Sidney ur ok to feel confused and scared" you say softly
It's obvious Sidney's trying to not cry again.
P: "it's ok to cry"
Sid: "If I cry now I'm afraid I'd never stop crying. I think I should wait at least until the police get here." she says softly searching my face
I chuckle tearfully looking into her eyes searching "I'm pretty sure you're in shock." I pull her into a hug "if you cry no one will blame you. Someone we loved just won't be here anymore."
Sidney nods eyes getting red "gosh I'm gonna cry now."
I hold her as she cries turning her away from the reporters and putting the blanket over her skillfully
"Cry all you like it's healthier then keeping it all back in the long run. I promise."Sidney laughs a bit "you're only saying that because you know from experience."
I mock scandalized "that is not why- I'll have you know I'm gonna study into phycology."
Sidney teases back "we'll be sure to follow it yourself. I'm sure rule one will be "it's unhealthy to hold everything bothering you in."
I groan softly "don't tease me it's bad taste at a scene like this. The Weather women may claw out my eyes to get this absolutely wonderful juicy gossip of someone we loved getting killed. I'm sure she's got all the fucked questions lined up."
Sidney begins to cry again and I immediately drop my upbeat act holding her tighter rubbing her back as the sobs come in full force "it's ok, it'll be ok. I've got you let it all out." I look over my shoulder glaring at Gale Weathers as I comfort Sidney.
Which I guess didn't help the rumors about me. Apparently I may be gay? At least the rumors say that "because who else would run in to save someone from a could be killer harboring a pocket knife without a second thought? A killer tryna throw you off their scent or a lover?" and honestly I've been thinking about it for a bit. I mean I don't know I just find Sidney nice to look at. I have since we were kids. She just has the most beautiful freckles I've ever seen. They just fit her face perfectly and I'm not gay to say that. I'd tell everyone that she's got the most perfect face and that doesn't make me gay.
Wait how did I go from talking about death to the harmony given when I look at Sidney?......
I'm noticing something here I must be going trough shock now.
Sidney and I have been through everything together but witnessing someone like that. Someone that we loved dead just like that? Additionally who Maureen was slung through the mud by Gale Weathers and the town. Well it changes everything. I thought it would bring us closer together but we'll it didn't. I was a bit delusional but can you blame me? My best friend from Pre-K barely speaks to me anymore. I wanted to know why to understand so I followed her sometimes. Not in a weird way just through school halls trying to get her attention. I guess I've been called puppy dog a couple of times, but it totally doesn't bother me I am NOT a puppy dog and everyone that says that is wrong. I do follow her every once in a while to see what she's up to because I want to talk to her about stuff.Well until Stu and Billy get me and tease me, making me stay seated in between them. That's another thing apparently I'm out to steal Billy? I mean seriously? Sidney isn't worried so why are they? we'll I don't think- oh wait what if she has been worried? I'm moving soon so I guess I should tell them soon. At least they're better friends then Sidney. Who cuts someone off like that anyway?
If you guys have advice I'll take it. Unless it's to quit cause I won't be listening.
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I should have never came back to Woodsboro. {1996 scream}
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