Deep Brown Eyes (Ethan Landry x reader)

Act 2 - Chapter 2

We were all together in Sam, Tara and Quinn's apartment. Ghostface was apparently back and ready to kill. I was sitting with Anika in the living-room while the others were having a heartfelt discussion in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I knew what it meant getting involved with them, but I think I did not realize the extent of it. Fumbling with my hands, I could feel my waterline swell up with tears.

"I'm not ready to die." I whispered while looking straight at Anika. Her eyes caught mine and held so many emotions. She quickly reached over and embraced my body in her arms. "I'm not ready neither, but it's gonna be alright." Her hands were drawing circles on my back as I tried to ease my breathing.

"I'm so scared of losing you, or Ethan, or Chad, Tara –"

"Stop y/n. It's going to be fine. We're all going to be fine."

I'm not sure if Anika said that more for her or for me. Anyways, I felt miserable, but I needed to get those words out of my chest. These people became like my second family in a really short time. Our hug was cut short as we heard every phone in the apartment ring almost simultaneously. Anika looked at me for a brief second, eyes wide, before reaching for her phone. I did the same, but I deeply wish I never did. The picture on my phone was the worst thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I felt bile come up my throat as I could not look away at the picture of Ghostface killing Quinn. The four in the kitchen came running to us. We all stood in front of Quinn's door as the commotion in her room died down. One of my hand reached up to my mouth, trying to stifle my shaky breath, brushing my tear-dried cheeks on the way.

My eyes were glued to the door and unable to move. Suddenly, it is as if everything moved in slow-motion. I saw the door being kicked open, Ghostface rushing out, trying to slash at anyone in the way. I could not move; I could not react. It was a nightmare; I would wake up soon. But no. It was not and I was not going to wake up, it was real. Mindy tried to push me out of the way, our upper arms getting slashed in the way. I was directly brought back to the present, a rush of adrenaline settling in my body. The burn from the slash went to the back of my mind as only one thought remained – survival.

Everyone ran away, the group being separated. Tara and Chad were able to move out of the apartment. At least they were going to be alright. I followed Sam around the apartment, that's when I saw Ghostface's back to me, his knife plunged deep inside Anika's side. My eyes welled up again and I involuntarily let out a scream. It made Ghostface's mask whip in my direction, his head tilting slightly. Sam then reached for the knife holder and hit him on the back of the head, giving Anika the time to join us with the help of Mindy.

I never felt so helpless. It's as if my body acted on its own mind. Everybody rushed inside Quinn's bedroom.

"Y/N, the bathroom door!" Mindy called out to me while trying to tend to Anika's wounds. Once again, my body was acting on its own. I ran in the bathroom trying to close the first door before Ghostface kicked it back open. Stumbling back, that's when I reached for the second door, the last barrier between us and the masked killer. As I was trying to close the door on him, I felt the blade breaking the skin of my upper arm again, but this time deeper. Alarmed by my screams, Sam came to my help, pushing a drawer against the door.

I started crying. Crying because of the blood, because of Quinn, because of Anika, because of the pain. I was crying because I was scared. Sam took my shoulders in her hands and shook me slightly, trying to bring me back.

"Y/n, I need you to put yourself back together." I started nodding frantically.

"I need you to go to that window, grip the ladder and go on the other side. Can you do that for me?"

I heard her, I knew what I had to do, but it was as if I was made of stone. A huge slam coming from the door brought me back, as one of my hand clutched the wounds on my arms.

"Can you do that, Y/N?" screamed Sam. I nodded quickly as I got ready to climb to the other side. That is when my eyes caught Anika's. She was in pain and in a bad shape. I quickly made my way to her and embraced her. "See you on the other side." I whispered, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I started to cry silently, climbing on the ladder. Okay. Breath in, breath out. I got on all fours and managed to cross the ladder fairly quickly. Sam's friend and neighbour catching me. I saw Sam climb on the ladder next. Then Mindy. There was only Anika left. I was not crying anymore, only dried tears were staining my cheeks. My body was high on anxiety. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, fingers shaking while holding the ladder as steadily as I could. She was almost in the middle when Ghostface burst into Quinn's room. My eyes widened in fear.

"Come on Anika! Please hurry... please, please, please..." My pleas were drowned by the other's.

Ghostface sunk his knife next to the ladder, grasped the end of it and started shaking it. I was putting all my strength to hold the ladder as straight as possible, blood rushing out of my wound.

"Anika, come one, please, please, please, please." Tears were now running freely down my face. Eyes scared.

That's when I saw it. That's when I saw her grip let go, her fingers detaching from the metal. Her grip on the ladder, the only thing separating her from a sure death. My scream was mingled with Mindy's. I quickly pushed the window away from my body. I could not see that. I could not see my best friend lying on the floor. I could not see her lifeless stare. I felt empty.

That is the first time I lost someone to Ghostface.