Scarred For Life (Scream)

chapter xii.

As soon as we got to our apartment I went into my bedroom and locked the door, sighing. My hands shook as they ran through my hair as I looked in the mirror and hated what stared back at me. It was me, but broken, this sobbing girl, with purple bags under her eyes, who looked underweight and had chapped lips couldn't be me. Someone had intruded and stolen my body. 

And I wanted it back, I wanted him back, them all back, so, so bad. Wes, Kris, Dad, Liv, Mrs Hicks, they all died for no reason. So that Richie fucking Kirsch and Amber fucking Freeman could get their 'movie'. And even from beyond the grave they were ruining our lives, somehow Sam and I being accused of being the actual killers and framing the two psychopaths who almost killed us.

Who did technically kill me, for two and a half minutes.

Two and a half minutes I was technically clinically dead. The bloodflow had stopped around my body as the blood oozed out of the gash in my neck and in my back. I didn't remember much, except for seeing Wes, Kris, Liv and my dad telling me that it wasn't my time back and being told that Aunt Sid had had to perform CPR on me whilst they waited for help. 

I could still feel my blood on me, burning on my skin, of course, I knew it wasn't there in reality, but I could feel it and it felt as real as it did back then.

My music played from my phone quietly, as I started to fall asleep there was a loud knock on the door. I groaned as I pulled off my uncomfortable costume and wrapped my dressing gown around me, and grabbed my shower things. "What!? I wanna get this fucking coke off me." I called as I opened the door, Ethan staring at me slightly as I winked.

Mindy gestured to the tv which had the news on. Sam and the boy from next door stumbled in as Chad shut the door. Tara crawled out of her room, covering her eyes, no doubt already feeling the effects of the amount of alcohol she had drank at the party. "Cute boy, nice." Quinn nodded as I smiled.

"The mutilated bodies of two New York City University students-" The reporter spoke as my head snapped up, still holding onto the sleeves of my dressing gown tightly. 

"Holy shit, that's that chode from our film studies class! The one obsessed Argento." Mindy shouted pointing at the tv, a shiver ran down my spine as I looked at the pictures of them, one a creep who freaked me out.

"Jason Carvey." Tara supplied as I leant against my closed door. 

My eyes turned back to the tv as I focused on the news segment. "Also found were weapons and various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the stab movie franchise." My breath caught in my throat as everyone froze. 

Sam jumped up and started packing a bag and ordering us about. "Pack a bag. We're leaving in ten minutes." She sighed, Tara glared at her and shook her head. "Lex, you can come with us." Sam smiled as I nodded, but looked regretfully at Ethan who nodded. "We're getting out of the city." Chad and Mindy looked at each other, debating the same thing.

"It's okay, I get it. Stay safe." Ethan sighed as he kissed me, Tara clearing her throat and glaring daggers at us.

Chad walked towards Danny and escorted him outside the apartment. "Thanks for coming, suspicious new guy, but we'll take it from here." Chad slammed the door in his face as Sam pulled out a knife from the block in the kitchen.

Tara looked at me and then at the tv and then turned to her sister. "This could have nothing to do with us. It's halloween, everyone is wearing masks!" She exploded as I headed into my room and locked the door, I needed to get away from the shouting.

I slipped out of my dressing gown and took off my t-shirt, shorts and underwear and stepped under the shower head. Hot water dribbling down my skin as I washed the sticky coke from my hair and skin. "Lex!" Sam banged on my bedroom door, shouting. "Your mom's rang your phone four times and me twice." A loud groan escaped my lips as I dropped the bottle of conditioner on the floor and hit the wall.

Tears formed in my eyes as a lump formed in my throat. "Tell her to go fuck herself and that she is dead to me, like my dad who is rotting in the ground. Thanks to her." I snapped, everyone outside going quiet.

I finished in the shower, tied my wet hair into a messy bun and pulled on my jogging bottoms, crop top and one of Ethan's hoodies that had mysteriously fallen into my possession. My mint gum burnt my mouth as I chewed it, I opened the door and walked into an uncomfortable silence. "My dad wants you and Sam down the station." Quinn told me as Ethan wrapped me in a hug and placed a kiss on my forehead.

Chad threw my converse to me as I nodded and put them on, heading out the door with Sam as Tara followed us. "Tee, no, go back inside." I sighed as Sam nodded, turning around to face her.

"Go back upstairs and lock the door. Don't open it." Sam told her sister as she tried to turn her and face her in the direction of the stairs to the apartment.

Tara scoffed as she wrapped an arm around me. "So now we shouldn't stick together?" Tara asked, throwing Sam's own words back at her.

We looked for a cab as Tara followed us around the corner, I felt paranoid as a man in a hoodie walked past us on the phone just as Sam's phone rang with Richie's caller I.D. "The actual fuck." Tara muttered as a breath caught in my throat.

"I never deleted his contact." She sighed as a frown formed on my face.

"I don't like this." Tara nodded as she hugged me tightly and rested her head on my shoulder. My hand instinctively went up to my neck as I felt the jagged scar once more.

Sam answered the phone despite Tara and I's pleas not to. "I want you to think long and hard about whether you really want to do this. Because the last two people who fucked with us ended up dead." She threatened as someone walking towards us gave us a weird look and crossed the road. "You're protecting us?" Sam questioned as I turned to Tara, a look of confusion on my face.

We paused infront of metal stairs as Sam stood talking to the killer. "Don't believe everything you read on the internet." Great, the killer was one of the people on the internet who believed the conspiracy theories. "You're just another psycho like all the others. You better watch yours." I felt hands clasp around my mouth as I tried to scream, but it came out muffled. 

The killer tried to drive a knife into me but Sam and Tara pulled him off, tears streamed down my face as we tried to run, Tara holding onto my hand as Sam held onto Tara's.

We ran into a store as the killer was hot on our heels. "Hey! There's a fucking line." A man yelled as Sam pulled Tara and I behind her. Everyone stared at us as the door opened and the killer entered, holding his knife. "Someone just attacked us, please, call the police." Tara begged as tears streamed down my face once more tonight.

The man walked towards them and held himself up taller. "We got a problem here guy?" He asked as the killer drove a knife into his chest and wiped it clean as he stepped towards us. Sam pushing us further behind her.

The killer took out innocent bystanders that stood in his way and sliced through someone's jugular, killing him instantly. The image of blood pouring from his neck brought the images of me to mind, pictures of my blood coating the floor and my body as Sam's hand had pressed the ends closed as Sidney performed CPR.

A gunshot brought me back to reality as Sam and Tara pulled me towards the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked. "Keys! We need the keys!" Sam called as the clerk tried to unhook them, but instead he recieved a bullet to the head. A gag formed in my throat as I felt sick, his blood coating us.

We climbed onto our hands and knees and slowly crawled across the floor as we tried to slip from aisle to aisle and making as little noise as possible. Another gunshot sounded as the glass of a freezer shattered and ice cream tubs fell onto the floor. He stepped on pieces of shattered glass as Sam, Tara and I tipped the shelf on him. We ran for the front door, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down onto the floor.

I screamed as the glass crunched as I fell ontop of it, shards driving into my skin. He tried to draw the knife through my skin but Tara and Sam pulled me away. Police sirens sounded as the lights flashed throughout the store. Blood coated the floor and walls, dead bodies laid across the floor as we heard the back door fling open and shut.

On the messy floor, another ghostface mask lie.