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𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵

"you're sitting on death row y/n" the only light in the room was the one above us, she was sitting across me, her hair straightened and a shit ton of makeup, "if you don't tell them where he is, there will be no going back" I didn't speak, I didn't speak because if I said too much I know it was going to bite me in the ass. "I don't understand your relationship with him.. from what I've heard so far, it sounds like it was one sided" no, no it wasn't. 

"you don't know what you're talking about" she was my defense attorney, not that I felt like I needed one. she asked how it all started, and that's where I began. I knew that non of the things I said would be good enough for court, but that wasn't what I was thinking about. I knew that he would come back for me, he sure as hell owes me that. 

"we're done here" thank god, I stood up and the guard put be back in handcuffs, I was half their size, even if I tried to run I wouldn't make it far. they brought me to my cell and made sure to lock it, I sat on the bed and place my chin on my hand. i can't wait to get the fuck outta here.

𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

I never really ate what they served here, it was worse than school food. "hey, would you look at that. what's wrong bonnie?" god I hated her, everyone here was half my size, this shit ain't fair. "hey short stack, i'm talking to you" she had this southern accent which was never intimidating, her appearance was though. I ignored her, which was the best thing to do,  I sat down on the table far away as possible from these people. 

everyday I would sit here, and stare out the window.. "hey so how'd you guys do it" there was a guy I never saw before, he had this crazy crackhead face, it creeped me out. "uh.. what?" and then another guy came and sat down as well, "who the fuck are you" "John Davis" he held out a hand, "Y/n McCarthy" I didn't shake his hand, for all I know, he could be a registered sex offender. 

"I heard Billy Loomis got away" no shit, if I was meant to be here, one of us wouldn't have gotten away. "you think he'll come back for you" I don't understand why all anyone ever talks to me about is that. "who knows" I said, just so he'd hop off my dick. 

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬

I knew today would be like all the rest. the guards brought me to the room and as I waited for her, I noticed a bag on the table. she came in looking better than yesterday, sat down and placed both her hands on the table, "do you remember the Woodsboro murders?" I nodded my head, she picked up the back and proceeded to take out whatever was inside, she didn't take her eyes off me, as she took out what was inside, my heart started racing. it was the mask, the ghostface mask, holy fucking shit. she then placed it down on the table, and tried to read my face. 

"what about it" I hesitated, "isn't it weird that everybody died but you two?" "we got attacked too" no one suspected us then,  but with all the crimes we committed, it seems pretty clear now. "that's pretty hard to believe y/n" I know it was, I never forget that night. every scene was horrific, I even heard the police saying, it was the most gruesome thing they've ever seen. "I think you had something to do with it" "we're not at the part of the story yet" a part of me wanted everyone to know what really happened.

who knows, maybe one day there will be a movie made about us. all I knew was I wasn't gonna make it past 21.

this one is shorter then the others, i didn't know where else to go with this part. the next one is going to go back to 1996 and the rest will be told from there. 🐉

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sorry if there is typos.