It's a Scream, Baby (Stu Macher X Reader)

~Chapter 13~

She was surrounded by looming darkness wherever she was. She felt eyes on her constantly. Watching her, judging her. Whispers constantly making their way to her ears, vocalizing some of her biggest fears. Vocalizing thoughts that even she's had. And Vocalizing thoughts that she knows are wrong. It's just been even worse, but she really can't make herself say that so instead she says:

"It's been something."

The therapist just stares at her, waiting for (Y/N) to say more. When she doesn't, the therapist rephrases the question. "Has the movie coming out make you feel more stressed, or brought back new or old memories?"

"It's been stressful," (Y/N) glanced up at the clock, "It's been an hour, don't you have another meeting after me?"

With a sigh, (Y/N)'s therapist sighed, getting up. "I suppose you're right. You call me if you need anything, alright?" (Y/N) hummed in agreement as she walked quickly out of the office. She knows its a waste of money to just sit and avoid the questions, but she usually benefits from it. They usually talk about other things, the main issue always hanging over them but never being the main topic, (Y/N) has never been ready to talk about it.

Her friends were killed, all while she was sleeping soundly in the next room over, although drugged, she never had to deal with anything. The cops believe the person that drugged her ran off when it was revealed the principal was killed; whoever it was decided that seeing the dead body of the high school principal was a better way to spend his time than whatever he had planned. Of course- no one admitted to it and the cops never figured it out.

(Y/N) sat in the park, deciding to just collect her thoughts quietly before going about her day. It was opening weekend for the movie Stab and she knew it'd be hectic. She'd heard the movie contained vague references to her, but never really showed much of her- so she didn't have to worry about being bombarded by questions and stares as much as Stu and Randy.

"What are you doing sulking here?"

Looking up from her spot on the ground, she saw the tall figure in front of her and felt herself relax, if just a little bit. "Hey Stu."

He sat on the grass beside her, stretching his legs out in front of him. "How was therapy?"

"It was therapy," (Y/N) replied, turning her attention to a yellow dandelion beside her, picking it from the ground and twirling the stem in her fingers. "Asked me about how I feel with the new movie coming out."

"And how does that make you feel?" Stu put on his best therapist impression, pretending like he was holding a paper and pen in front of him. (Y/N) let out a small laugh, resting the dandelion in her lap.

"It's rough, I won't lie," (Y/N) found it easier to talk to Stu than her own therapist. "I heard the movie eludes to me in not a super good light." The movie definitely hints that she might be involved, but never goes further.

"I doubt it says much about you," Stu reassures her, eyes focused on the dandelion. "We could watch it together and see for ourselves, if you'd like."

"No thank you, I'd rather not watch the movie based on my friends getting brutally murdered, thank you very much."

He shrugged, smiling, "It was just a suggestion. Just don't cut your friends out. We survivors got to sick together."

"You and Randy are the survivors.," (Y/N) sighed, closing her eyes. So is Dewey, Gale... "I'm just the girl that didn't go through any real threat."

"I mean you were in the house," Stu pointed out, "If Gale hadn't came and shot Billy when she did, Billy would've killed me, then probably would have looked for you."

(Y/N) picked up the dandelion again and placed it on the grass next to her, right next to a little spider that had been crawling through the forest of grass. "I can't believe that Billy and Neil Prescott took out their anger about Sidney's mom on her. And Tatum. And just-" She swallowed the pain that was crawling up her throat. None of it really made sense. Why would Billy want to hurt his friends?

"Bloodlust, man. Makes crazy people crazier."

"You know from experience?" (Y/N) looked back up, laughing lightly.

"I mean I did kill Sidney's dad."

(Y/N) felt herself get a little uncomfortable, looking away from his intimidatingly beautiful gaze to look back down to the dandelion. the spider had crawled on it, and it was as if it was looking right at her. "That was self defense, it's different."

"Maybe, but I still killed someone," Stu lowered his voice to what (Y/N) thinks was meant to be an impression of the voice changed the killers used to say "You may be next."

"If you kill me now, I may be the first kill in the sequel," (Y/N) laid back down on the grass, looking at the sky. "I'm ready."

"That's a boring first kill," Stu shook his head, looking down at her.

"What? You want me to do a dance or something?"

"That would be better than killing you when your just laying there not fighting back."

"You're not even in the right outfit, Stu." (Y/N) laughed, pushing herself back up into a seated position. "Besides, I would be content to never have to deal with something like that ever again."

"You better knock on wood," Stu suggested, "Otherwise it'll probably happen."

"I'll risk it."

She really should have knocked on wood.