𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙉 - 𝚂𝚝𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗠𝘆 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹

I crawled over to the kitchen holding my side and grabbed the bloody phone. 

I dialed 911. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi. What seems to be the problem?" 

"I am at Stu Macher's house. 261 on Turner Lane. The killer, he died. He shot himself." 

"Sending police your way." 

I smirked, and dropped the phone to the floor, laying on the kitchen floor. Staring at the ceiling.

"I think I must have one of those faces you can't help believing." I babbled to myself, "I really do love Norman Bates. He was such an iconic killer." I laughed to myself, living in the moment.

Then I gasped in pain as the bleeding had caught up to me. My eyes started to shut. 

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I woke up in the hospital. My father walked into the room.

"Dad?" I said loosely. 

"You remember anything that happened? I mean, you should see the other guys. They can't remember anything that happened." He informed me. 

I slowly nodded my head, "I can some stuff. Mr. Prescott. Getting stabbed. Calling 911 and that is about it."

"I just checked up on your brother. He isnt in good condition and might not make it." 

I sat up and my eyes widened. 

"What?"

He nodded and quickly walked out. I laid back down in fear. 

My father was never good with talking about anything emotional, even when it came to my mother leaving, and now my brothers possible death. He was an asshole and I hated him for 

1 WEEK LATER

I knocked on the door to Stu's hospital room, the nurse opened the door and greeted me, then walked out quickly. 

I grabbed the chair that was in the corner of the room and brought it over to the side of his bed. I gripped his hand, careful not to squeeze to tight. 

His eyes flickered open and I smiled. 

"Hey." I smiled. 

"Hey. You finish it for us?" He said, very tired but very eager to hear the answer. 

"I did." 

Stu squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of my hand, "That's my girl."

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Around  a month later I was fully healed but Billy had passed away

✄ Billy's Funeral ✄

Stu and I walked into the small church sitting in the front row. Tears trickled down my face as I sat down next to my father. No tears came from him. My grandparents aunts and uncles were here too. 

After a few moments I was called up to say the eulogy I made for Billy. I sighed and took a big breath in. I walked up on the very small stage I shot a glance at Stu and he had a faint smile on his face giving me a nod of encouragement. 

"Hi everyone. I hope you're all doing well today, even though I'm not. Billy was an amazing brother. For the majority he was always nice to me, especially when our mother left. Another crazy thing about Billy is that he really loved scary movies., though my sure he did not love to be in one." I paused and sniffled, but also looked the around the room trying to find Sidney. 

She was in the back, holding in tears. Her face was strong. Her and my brother had a weird relationship. I resumed, 

"From what I can remember Billy put up a fight. He always did. He was a fighter." 

I quickly stepped off the stage and sat back down, holding back choked sobs. 

"You did good. That's my girl." Stu whispered to me. I smiled at him.