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** TW: vomiting **
( chapter forty-four, enough )
❝ I admit, it's been painful, but I'll be honest, I'm grateful, it's my time to realize, what I've learned is so vital, more than just survival ❞
june 1st, 1998
KATHRYN SAT IN her car, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as she stared out at the hospital entrance, her cell phone glowing in her lap. For the fourth time in ten minutes, she tried calling her brother. No answer.
She sighed, tossing the cell phone onto the passenger seat, guilt gnawing at her chest. She couldn't blame Nathan for avoiding her. The last time they spoke, she'd blown him off without much of an explanation. Between trying to get into a new school — thanks to her, she was sure — it made sense that he didn't want to deal with her right now. He had enough on his plate.
And honestly? She hadn't been very happy with herself these past few weeks, either.
She thought about ringing Sidney for a second before she shook her head, laughing bitterly. Calling Sidney would be a terrible idea. What was she supposed to say? Hey, Sid, I know you dropped me as a friend and want nothing to do with me, but remember that ex-boyfriend of yours who murdered your mom? Yeah, so, I had sex with him.
No. That secret was staying with her.
Still, the memory lingered like it was burned into her skin — the way Billy gripped her hips, how his lips felt against different parts of her body. And despite how twisted it all was, Kathryn didn't regret it. Not one bit. It was probably the first thing in a long time that had made her smile. She still loved him. That much was clear. But she'd said her goodbye to him that night, and now she'd never have to see him again.
It was an odd mix of emotions, but then again, Kathryn was an odd, complicated person.
Her thoughts drifted back to Billy and Stu — where were they now?
Before she could go too far down that dangerous road, movement in the distance caught her attention. Jaylyn Steele, her best friend, was making her way toward the car with the help of a nurse. Jaylyn's body had taken a beating from that night at the theater, and the damage was still fresh, especially on her mental health.
Kathryn's chest tightened. She knew that feeling all too well. Two years ago, it had been her in Jaylyn's place, barely holding it together after everything that happened. But Jaylyn survived. That was all that mattered. Kathryn wasn't sure she'd still be here if she hadn't.
As Jaylyn drew closer, supported by her nurse, Cathy, Kathryn glanced behind them, a silly part of her expecting to see Randy trailing behind. But that was pointless. Randy was gone.
Her heart sank at the thought, the image of his lifeless body flashing in her mind — the blood, the cold stillness of him in that news van. Kathryn flinched at the memory, but it only worsened when another memory followed: her own hand driving a knife into Mickey's chest.
The weight of that night would never leave her.
Kathryn shook herself out of it, pushing the thoughts deep down as she got out of the car. She jogged to meet up with Jaylyn and Cathy, putting on a smile she didn't quite feel.
Cathy, ever the sweet, motherly presence, greeted her warmly. "Hey there, Kathryn. Taking care of that stab wound?" she asked, her concern as clear as her Southern accent.
Kathryn swallowed, her hand unconsciously brushing her side. It didn't hurt much anymore — unless she strained it or pressed too hard. "Yeah, I've been keeping up with it. Disinfecting it, and taking my meds. Don't worry about me, Cathy."
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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)...
