•Haunted• ♡sam carpenter♡

7

"Hey, your arm bothering you again?" Dr. Shepherd asked Addy as she walked through the hospital, evidently in a rush.

"Not now, Amelia." She said, and ran up to the front desk, "I need the room number for the Ghostface victim."  She said to the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you that, she's not taking interviews." She said, not taking her eyes of her computer.

"Please." Addy begged, and the receptionist looked up, and saw who she was talking to.

"Room 3174." She said, slightly in awe.

"Thank you, so much." Addy said, and she ran off to go look for the room.

When she finally reached it, she knocked hesitantly on the door, walking in to see a group of teenagers and two adults looking back at her.

"So, this is going to be kind of awkward, but I'm here to help you guys. If you want help that is." Addy said awkwardly.

"Holy shit, you're Adelaide Roberts, Jill's sister." One of the teenagers with curly hair said. Addy let out a small laugh.

"It's actually, Roberts-Reed now, and, please, call me Addy. Adelaide brings back horrible memories." She said.

"Yeah, of course. Um, I'm Mindy, this is my brother Chad, that's Wes, Tara and Amber, and those two are Sam and Richie." Mindy said, introducing the rest of the group in the room.

"What kind of a name is Richie? Sounds boring." Addy said, scrunching up her nose.

"So, you said that you're going to help us?" Richie asked, glaring at her, "Why do you think we need help?"

Addy was silent for a minute. "Because Tara got attacked by someone in a fucking Ghostface mask? Honestly, Richie, get your head checked." She said, stating the obvious.

"And you're an expert because...?" He asked.

"She was attacked herself, Richie, so she's probably the best person we've got to help us defend oursleves." Mindy said, moving forward slightly to stand beside Addy, who smiled at her gratefully.

"Oh, and how old was she then? Seventeen, eight-"

"Eleven." Addy said, staring at him, face straight. Richie immediately shut his mouth and looked away from her.

"Look, guys, Tara's really tired. Maybe we should just give her some space." Amber said, and the group all agreed and went to leave the room, but Tara stopped them.

"Not you, Sam." She said. "I want you to stay."

Addy watched as Sam and Tara talked quietly through the door, Tara crying to her sister.

"You alright there, creep?" Mindy asked jokingly, coming to stand beside her.

"Yeah... yeah, just reminds of some people I used to know." Addy said unsurely, walking away from Mindy who looked at her with concern.

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Addy walked back into Tara's room a while later, a tray that held four drinks in her hand. Sam and Richie turned to look at her.

"I brought refreshments." She said, holding up the tray slightly so that the drinks didn't spill. "I would've brought snacks, but I didn't know if any of you were allergic to anything." She set the tray down gently on Tara's bedside table, turning to Riche.

"What are you watching?" She asked. He hesitated before answering.

"Stab..." He said quietly. She laughed at his hesitation.