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( chapter thirteen, pictures of us )
❝ but I'll promise you this, I'll always look out for you, yeah, that's what I'll do ❞
october 11th, 1996
"ARE WE SERIOUSLY considering going to this thing?"
"We're not considering it, Kat. We are going," Tatum replied with excitement from the other end of the wireless phone. "Speaking of which, are you sure you don't want us to pick you up? Dewey's already on edge since you're not here."
Kathryn chuckled, setting the phone down on her dresser. The Cure played softly from her stereo as she examined a pair of blue jeans in her hands. "Tell him not to worry. My dad's home, and Nathan was invited, so we'll be going together."
"You hear that, Deputy Doofy? You can put down the taser!" Tatum yelled away from the phone, presumably at Dewey, before returning to the conversation. "So, what are you planning to wear, hot stuff?"
Kathryn grimaced at the mess of clothes strewn across her room. "I have no idea," she sighed. "At this rate, I might just stay home."
"Uh, like hell you will! You're going, even if I have to drag your skinny ass there myself!"
"Alright, alright, Tate. Chill yourself," Kathryn laughed, slipping off her white camisole, now left in just a bra and sleep shorts as she rummaged through her closet.
After a moment, Tatum perked up again. "What about that cute red baby tee Stu and I got you for your birthday last year?"
"That's exactly what I'm looking for," Kathryn mumbled absentmindedly, her eyes scanning the cramped closet. Suddenly, she whipped around, startled by the undeniable feeling of being watched.
Ignoring Tatum's questions, Kathryn cautiously approached her open bedroom window. Normally, she kept it closed and locked, but with the air conditioning upstairs broken, she'd left it open for some airflow.
Maybe not the smartest idea, considering there was a masked killer running around Woodsboro. But surely, she'd notice if someone tried to sneak in, right?
"Kat, you okay?" Tatum's concerned voice filtered through the phone as Kathryn slammed the window shut and locked it, turning back toward her room.
Running a hand through her hair, she responded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I might run a bit late, but I'll find you when I get to Stu's, alright?"
"No problem. Love you."
"Love you too, babe."
After hanging up, Kathryn tossed the phone onto her bed, pulling on an oversized band tee from the floor before collapsing onto the mattress. A sigh escaped her as she debated faking sickness and staying home to watch a true crime documentary.
That was her favorite genre, after all.
Unlike her friends - all except sweet little Sidney - Kathryn despised horror movies, especially slashers. Who got joy from something so unrealistic? To her, the absurdity of it all made them more laughable than scary.
She'd rather read about true crime or watch documentaries on real-life killers. It fascinated her - the idea of someone seemingly normal suddenly snapping.
She could thank her mother for that interest. Erica had been a forensic psychologist before her untimely death. Thanks, Dad.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. When she looked up, her brother Nathan stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
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𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥, billy loomis & stu macher
Fanfiction❝ you were made for my movie... my final girl ❞ She couldn't have known it then, but when bodies began to surface ─ claiming her loved ones one by one ─ it was the start of a horror movie, and Kathryn Ellis was destined to be star. scream (1996)...
