"So how are the new meds treating you?" Dr. Stone asks. Sam sits in his home office instead of celebrating halloween with friends.
She shrugs, "Okay, I think. Still not seeing anyone I shouldn't be. What I'm really worried about, though, is Tara."
"What I'm really worried about is you," He interjects, "You've been coming here for six months now, and all we've really spoken about is how your sister isn't dealing with whatever happened to both of you a year ago."
It's a surprise he doesn't know, since Ghostface killings are usually all over the news. Anyone else in New York city would recognize them, especially Sam, since she killed Richie.
"Now, you've alluded to an abusive relationship," He says, although "abusive" is a... nice term to use, "issues with your father, but every time I push you for specifics, you shut down."
Sam for the most part, stays quiet on the couch across from him. Psychiatrists and therapists make the room seem comfy, inviting people to open up their feelings, their mind, their psyche, but Sam keeps her walls up. Made of concrete, with steel behind them.
"I have trust issues," Is all she says.
"Okay," Dr. Stone sits forward in his chair, "If I'm going to help you, um, I—— I need you to give me the details."
Sam's eyes flash with a look of worry. She sighs, "Okay." She shifts in her seat, her body language reflecting her uncomfortable feelings, "My father was Billy Loomis. He was a famous serial killer. They made a movie about him."
Dr. Stone reaches back for his notepad, "Yeah. Mm-hmm. Certainly did."
"Last year I found out that my boyfriend was also a serial killer and only dated me because he idolized my father."
"Uh-huh."
Sam continues as he takes notes, finally understanding why she's been so quiet, "Him and his psycho girlfriend, who was dating Tara, killed a bunch of people. And when it got out that I'm Billy's daughter, this crazy rumor started online that I orchestrated the whole thing and framed them."
She pulls out her phone and hands it to him, showing a Twitter account that is dedicated to Sam's involvement in the latest Woodsboro killings. He scrolls through some of the posts, getting a feel for what people think out there.
"Richie was my boyfriend, who was cheating on me with the other killer, Amber," She explains.
"But you didn't?" He asks, just to check.
"Of course not."
"Okay."
"He almost killed my sister and me, and my sister's girlfriend, Eliza. Before I stopped him," She adds, getting her phone back from her doctor.
"Okay, and how... How-how did you stop him?" He asks.
"Well, I stabbed him 22 times and slit his throat," Sam replies nonchalantly, "And then I shot him in the head. But that's not why I'm here."
Dr. Stone, whose face has gone cold, asks, "Why are you here?"
"Because... it felt right."
Dr. Stone huffs and scribbles something down on his notepad, "I... Uh... I think we're done here."
Sam looks at him confused, "What? No, you said give you details. I'm just——"
"I-I'm not equipped to deal with this kind of thing," He admits
"Please, Dr. Stone. I'm asking for your help," Sam interrupts him. This is exactly why Tara is so wary of going to therapy. For doctors like this.
"By law, I'm required to report this to the authorities," He informs her
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afterlife
FanfictionEliza Hicks survived a Woodsboro Ghostface Massacre. Her senior year was almost her last, but now, she's onto the next part of her life with the love of her life, Tara: college. Although, things aren't as safe as they seem when Ghostface comes to N...
