Scarred For Life (Scream)

chapter x.

My eyes stung as another anxiety attack overwhelmed my system, my hands shaking as my heart hammered in my chest. A knock banged on my door, Ethan walked in, I shook my head as I coughed, not being able to form words.

"Hey, guys. Something's up with Al." He called, suddenly there was four people crowding me, I could hear Chad talking to me, and see Mindy crouched in front of me, Tara rubbed my hand and Anika got me a drink. 

Tears streamed my eyes as I thought about the nightmare that had stole my sleep. "Lex, you need to take a deep breath." Chad sighed, running his hand down my cheek, grounding me slightly. Tara stood at the door slightly asleep against the wall. "T. Go back to bed, we've got her." 

Eventually after ten minutes Chad and Ethan stayed in my room, I was curled on my bed half asleep, with my head on Ethan's chest a blanket thrown over us. His hand curled round my hair as Chad closed the door.

"I can't go to the party tomorrow, I'm terrified. My throat was slit at the last house party I went to. I watched my best friends die." I sobbed as Ethan kissed my cheek, a small smile on my lips.

Eventually, my eyes slipped closed as I matched my breathing with his heartbeat, echoing in my head. 

Nightmares of the night haunted me in my sleep, I watched them all die once more, Wes, Judy, Dad, Liv, Kristian, my whole life ended in my sleep when I lost the important people in my life. And my mother, well she was dead to me, she promised she wouldn't write about it, but of course she did, but that isn't what pissed me off about it. What did was that she portrayed me as a needy, childish, immature and selfish person.

Who could've had a part in the murders seeing as Amber and I used to be close, but she forgot that I fucking killed the bitch. I fucking shot her just like I killed Richie, and then almost died myself.

My hand subconsciously raised to feel the bumpy scar across my throat, I hated looking at all of my wounds from those three nights. I felt trapped there, stuck in Woodsboro' forever, Tara was convinced she was fine and that Sam and I were holding onto it.

We had both been seeing a councellor since we moved to New York for college six months ago, I moved in with Sam and Tara and their roommate Quinn, Mindy roomed with Anika and Chad roomed with Ethan. Tara on the other hand wouldn't go and see the psychologist.

I felt Ethan's hands running through my hair as I tried to calm myself down in my sleep, sick of watching everyone around me die.