I should have never came back to Woodsboro. {1996 scream}

Chapter 1 (improtant intro)

         Diary entry #1

a week after Maureen's death

  I've been told to try to talk about my feelings and if I can't do that to someone else then I should invest in a diary or blah blah blah something like that. So I guess I'll try at least this time. 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.

           
The Day of Mrs. Prescott's death.

I was 15 a month before my big 16 and my parents got in another argument... again.
        
Their arguing again

My family wasn't doing its best you could say. My parents marriage was literally falling apart and i couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to but I just stayed in my room listening to music instead.

I used to to believe that Maureen saw me as a daughter because I see her as another mom or an aunt. On the day it happened I remember the feeling of confusion when Maureen said I couldn't come over. I mean of course I want to come over for sure now? I was nosy but had self perseverance a good duo if you ask me. 

       I remember climbing up the window to Sidneys room.
She of course left it unlocked for me.

Flashback

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.

I ask her softly eyes widened in concern "are you ok? Who's blood is that? Did someone 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 by the topic change and looking at my hand, quietly speaking  "oh this? Well it's my pocket knife. Im a women I can't just walk over here without some protection."

"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 dazing off over my shoulder

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.

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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"

P: "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 won't be here when we need to cry anymore."

Sidney nods eyes getting red "gosh I'm gonna cry for sure 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.

I raise a brow "who is this?"

   "Oh I'm sorry it seems like I got the wrong number."

I raise a brown confused "Erm it's fine, bye have a good one."

I return to Casey to watch the movie "well they just had the wrong number."

Casey nods pressing play on the movie laying her head on my thigh as I play with the ends of her hair, playing with it instead of paying attention to the movie.

Side note in my diary: I mean I don't know I just find Sidney nice to look at. I have since we were kids. She just has the prettiest freckles I've ever seen. They just fit her face perfectly. I'd tell anyone that asked that Sidney Prescott has wonderful facial harmony.