Carpenter or Loomis?

Chapter 7

Sam

I was picking up the small pieces of glasses and threw them away. I didn't want to be like him, absolutely not. Why would I kill people for no reason? 

I was finished with cleaning and laid on my bed, doing nothing, just overthinking. What if, what Billy said, will come true? 

Am I gonna kill people with my own hands without somone doing it for me? 

Will Tara get in danger because of me? 

I will be a killer one day? 

And slit some throats? 

No way. I should stop think about that. Should I go to a therapist? Maybe I should, I shouldn't have ignored it in the first place. With a sigh, I stood up and called the nearest one.

They said I should come next week and then we'll talk about my problems and with what I'm dealing with. 

I, to be honest, don't want to talk about it. I don't like it when people know much about me, because now, I'm a killer's daughter. The infamous one. The biggest around Woodsboro that they always go behind Sidney Prescott and her friends. 

Billy and Stu created it first, just because he was mommy's boy. Why was he so patethic? Sidney wasn't the problem, it was her mom and his dad's problem. 

Maybe if he didn't kill her mom, everything will be fine and I won't even exist til now. Maybe only Tara will be born. She's still so young. I don't want her to find out and suffer while also hating on me. Tara deserves the best. 

I decided to take a bath to clear my mind. It was no hope in doing that because it always wanders back to everything. Eventhough I found out a few years ago. 

I still can't get over it. I hate it so much that depression kicks in, and I even get halluzination of him. What's wrong with my mind? Am I really a crazy daughter? 

I took my iPod with me and turn on very loud music to push my thoughts away. I turn on the water and decided to take a cold shower instead a warm and cozy bath. 

At least it was worth it. I got wide awake. Maybe it'll help me not, to halluzinate Billy. Or else other things will get broken because of me. I quickly put on my clothes and got out to eat something again. 

The house was quiet, no one's in here besides me. Tara's out with her friends and mom probably went clubbing again. It's been like this for the past few years and I smoke cigarettes. 

I don't care that it's bad for my lungs cause I don't even care about my life, tsk, nice, right? What am I even doing with my life? Actually nothing. 

I'm just wasting my time around, doing nothing besides taking care of my little sister. 

But all of these things... are they real? Am I actually dreaming and in real life, I'm still young and nothing of that had happened? 

I was on my way to a shop I always go to, to steal some weeds. Another information about me is I mostly steal these instead of buying. I even take drugs but whatever. 

I got back home and start to light up my cigarette. "You're on it again? Smoking's bad for your lungs. Why don't you go slash some throats?" Billy, Billy, Billy again! 

I turned around and saw him by the reflection of the window. "What do you want again? And I'm not like you!" He scoffed and crossed his arms. 

"Don't say that, that's ridicuolous. You're my daughter by blood and our problems are running through our bloods. Sharing is caring, Samantha Carpenter or should I say Loomis? Even your grandma is a ghostface, why won't you be like your grandma and me? Trust me on this. It'll feel good to slit some throats and stab people. It'll be your new stress reliever." Right, his mom is Nancy Loomis, she appeared when Mickey was the killer and they planned to kill Sidney's boyfriend Derek. 

It happened a year later after Billy began the killings.

"You're already dead! You can't tell me what to do! I am the one alive! Just piss off!" I shouted across the room. Glad, no one was home. He didn't move an inch and just smiled at me. "Alright." He answered as I heard the door open and close. 

I look back and he disappeared. Really? Just Alright? And then he left without another word. 

Daughter by blood or not, I will never be like him. Why would I go and slit some innocent throats? That's just... absurd and gross. 

My thoughts were torn away as Tara appeared. "What were you doing?" She asked with curiousity. 

"O-oh, I was just searching for some food, you want something?" I answered and asked her back. Tara nodded and went in her room to put her school things while I looked into the fridge. 

There was nothing much, so I looked into the freezer and found ice cream. I prepared it for me and Tara. She came later than I thought and sat across me. 

"What took you so long?" I asked her and raised an eyebrow. "Amber called me." I didn't ask further and start to eat my ice cream. Tara also began to eat. "Do you know where Mom is? I always hear her come home late at night." I gulped down the ice cream too fast and almost became a brain-freezer. 

"Her work became more hectic since many are sick during this season." I explained to her and hoped, that she'll believe me. "Yeah, you're right, my friends are sick."