My Boyfriend's Back

Eighteen

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this song. It belongs to the band Chvches.

A/N: This is one of my favorite songs, and I thought it would be perfect for this story. You can go to my bio, and there is a link to my Spotify where there is a playlist just for this story. I suggest listening to this song. I tried to add a YouTube version above, but it wouldn't add it. Also, just remember, I have no clue what goes into writing a song or making music period. I am just making shit up as I go. 😬

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One month. That's how long it's been since Stu showed up in my dorm. I knew he was still here watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. School had started, and today was the anniversary of both my mothers murder and the party. It's been one year since Casey, Steve, Tatum, Himbry, and Kenny (Gale's Cameraman) were killed by Stu and Billy. Two years since they killed Sidney and I's mom. One year since they almost killed Gale, Dewey, and Randy. One year since they kidnapped our dad and planned to put all of it on him.

One year since Sidney and I were almost killed by our own boyfriends. One year since Sheriff Burke told me Stu wasn't in the house and that he was still alive. One year of looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for the day he shows back up to finish what he and Billy had planned. I was his final girl. And the final girl never has a happy ending. The final girl gets nothing but fucking trauma to last her a life time. But at least this final girl got to make a song from it all.

Swallowing the seeds of sins we sewed into the ground
Keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud
I could wash it down
I could drown it out
By filling up the silence with an organ sound
And by writing sentences I used to think were quite profound

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry
I should quit, maybe go get married
Only time will tell
And I wonder if I should've changed my accent
Tried to make myself more attractive
Only time will tell

I tapped my pen against the paper in my notebook. I was on my bed, laying on my stomach, feet kicking back and forth. Rain hit the glass of my window. It was kind of relaxing. It was a weekend but not a lot of people were out with the rain. I shut my notebook and got up, grabbing sneakers and slipping them on. I grabbed my bag and saved my notebook inside, grabbed my dorm keys and pulled on a jacket before walking out the door. And yes, I locked it.

I made my way down the stairs and out the door into the rain. It was coming down hard. I could hardly see in front of me. I wanted to go to the theater building. That's where the studio was. I needed to come up with a beat for this song. Usually once I find the right beat the lyrics just come to me. I held my bag to my chest while I ran across campus. I sighed in relief when I  finally made it inside. My shoes squeaked against the floor as I hurried down the dark hall. I found the music wing and opened the door to the studio.

I pulled my jacket off and put on the back of the chair, pulled my notebook out and went straight to the drums and started to play around with different beats. It didn't take a little before I found a beat that I liked. I grabbed a guitar to mess around with that for a while trying to match the beat from the drums and worked on putting everything together before going back to the lyrics.

In the final cut
In the final scene
There's a final girl
And you know that she should be screaming

Telling all the tales took time that I just do not have
Sifting further through the wreckage, I think you just have to laugh
Try to take it back
As it turns to black
Don't want to find your daughter in a body bag
So I need to get out now while most of me is still intact

I stopped writing and looked around when I got that all too familiar feeling of being watched. I shook my head and took a deep breath. "You're fucking losing it. Nobody is watching. You're here alone. In a big building that had dark halls and dark corners and a lot of places for people to hide." I was spiraling and needed to stop myself. I shook my head again and focused back to writing the rest of the lyrics out.

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry
I should quit, maybe go get married
Only time will tell
And I wonder if I should've changed my accent
Tried to make myself more attractive
Only time will tell

In the final cut
In the final scene
There's a final girl
Does she look like me?
In the final cut
In the final scene
There's a final girl
And you know that she should be screaming now

I jumped when a loud clap of thunder hit. I quickly got my stuff together, pulled my jacket on and made my way out into the dark hall. Recording the song would have to wait for another day. I didn't want to walk back to my dorm while there was lightning and thunder going on. Rain I don't mind but lightning is another story.

The hall looked more dark than it did when I came in. I was in the studio a lot longer than I thought I was. I started walking through the dark halls towards the exit when I thought I heard something behind me. I kept reminding myself not to stop or turn around and to just keep going. 

When I finally got to the doors they were locked. "Shit!" I hissed. I turned around, putting my back to them and looked around. I couldn't see anything in front of me. I had to find one of the other doors.

I looked to my left to see the theater itself. I quickly made my way to the doors and found one that was unlocked. Then I quickly made my way to the stage and up the steps. There was a door that went outside backstage. I only know this because I came in here with Sidney the other day. But when I tried to open that door it was locked. "What the fuck?!" I could feel the panic start to settle in a little.

I headed back out into the stage and made my way back to the doors that went out into the hall. I stopped and listened as best as I could since I couldn't see anything. Maybe the back entrance is open. I don't understand why the doors were locked in the first place. Lots of students came in here and the film building after school hours. I made my way back down the hall at a quick pace. Doing down the stairs and down more halls. I sighed with relief when I found the back entrance to the building. But that relief quickly faded and was replaced with fear when it was locked.

I ran back up the stairs, running down the dark halls past empty rooms. I was getting closer to the front doors again when I felt someone watching me, footsteps getting closer and closer, and when they stopped I heard the voice I dreaded hearing. I didn't need to see the smile that he had on his face because I could hear it in his voice. "Nowhere to go now, baby. No more running from me. Just give up and give in."