ghost face x Female Black reader

after the attack

The fluorescent lights of the hallway felt harsher than usual as Y/N walked beside her teacher, her legs shaky and her mind racing. Her heart still pounded in her chest, the terror of Ghostface’s attack fresh and raw. Every shadow in the corners of the hallway seemed darker, every distant noise sharper. The teacher, Mrs. Crane, kept a steadying hand on Y/N’s shoulder as they made their way to the principal’s office.

“You’re safe now,” Mrs. Crane said, her voice firm but soft. “I already called Principal Himbry. He’s waiting for us. The police will be called as well.”

Y/N nodded numbly, her words caught in her throat. She clutched the fabric of her jacket, her knuckles white. Her mind replayed the moment Ghostface lunged at her, the glint of the knife, the sound of her own panicked breathing. It felt surreal, like a scene from a horror movie come to life.

When they reached the office, Principal Himbry was already standing near the doorway, his expression stern but concerned. He ushered them inside quickly and gestured for Y/N to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Y/N,” he began, leaning forward with his hands clasped, “Mrs. Crane told me you were attacked. Can you tell me what happened?”

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to steady her trembling voice. “I... I was in the bathroom, and after some girls left, Ghostface came in. He—he had a knife. He tried to—” Her voice cracked, and she looked down at her hands, gripping them tightly in her lap. “I managed to get away when Mrs. Crane came in.”

Principal Himbry exchanged a serious glance with Mrs. Crane. “Thank you for stepping in,” he said to her before turning back to Y/N. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. We’ll make sure you’re safe, I promise. We’ll call the authorities right away.”

Mrs. Crane gave Y/N a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’re very brave, Y/N. You did everything you could.”

The principal picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the local police station, his voice low and serious as he explained the situation. While he spoke, Mrs. Crane knelt beside Y/N.

“Do you need to call your parents?” she asked gently.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, please. They should know.”

Mrs. Crane handed Y/N her cell phone, and with shaky fingers, Y/N dialed her mom’s number. Ava picked up on the second ring, her voice warm and familiar.

“Hi, sweetie. What’s up?” Ava asked, her tone immediately shifting when she sensed Y/N’s hesitation. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Mom,” Y/N said, her voice trembling. “I... I was attacked. Ghostface—he—he came after me in the bathroom at school.”

There was a stunned silence on the other end before Ava’s voice returned, tight with panic. “What? Are you hurt? Where are you? I’m coming to get you right now.”

“I’m okay,” Y/N said quickly, tears stinging her eyes. “A teacher came in, and he ran off. I’m in the principal’s office now.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Ava promised. “Stay with the teacher and the principal, okay? Don’t go anywhere alone.”

Y/N nodded, even though her mom couldn’t see her. “Okay.”

As she ended the call, Principal Himbry placed the phone back in its cradle and turned to her. “The police are on their way. We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

Y/N nodded, her hands still shaking. She tried to focus on the comforting presence of Mrs. Crane and the principal’s reassuring words, but the memory of the masked figure loomed in her mind.