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{I felt guilty that Wes was injured... He got hurt because of me. Simple as that. He was at the hospital to keep an eye on me and to keep me company, and as a result, Wes got hurt. His nose was busted up and he lost a significant amount of blood... He nearly died in that hospital because of his devotion and protection to me. That's not something I could just shake. Still, my guilt aside, I knew even if I begged Wes to leave me on my own, he wouldn't listen. Wes was loyal to a fault and incredibly stubborn and set in his ways. All that to say, I knew he had his mind made up, so nothing I could say would convince him to walk away from me and never look back. I thought to myself as I gently rubbed his back while the EMT wiped away the blood from his nose and face, set and secured his busted up nose, and then put some protective medical tape around it to protect it from further injury. Once he was finished getting treated, I felt him wrap his arm around me for comfort. My head coming to a gentle rest against him} That psycho almost killed you. {I sighed softly as I stated the obvious. Knowing there was no point to say more though because nothing I said would change his mind about sticking close to me} So, what now? If we're not even safe at a hospital, of all places, where could we go where we'd be safe? {I asked aloud. Something told me there was no correct answer to that. Ghost Face was no doubt watching us, so wherever we did go, Ghost Face would find us, and try to finish what they started}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{Wes was so sweet. A true, loyal, and devout friend. All that to say, I know I shouldn't be surprised that he was stubbornly refusing to leave me in order to keep himself safe. That was just the type of unrelenting friend that Wes is. Sure, in one sense, I obviously appreciate that, but on the other hand, I hated to think of him in danger. Especially knowing it was because of me that he kept ending up in danger. For whatever reason Ghost Face wanted me dead. I don't know why or what I did to them to make them want me dead, but whatever it was, apparently it was bad. All that aside though, I know I'd never forgive myself if something happened to Wes in all of this... Either way, I knew there was no changing Wes's mind, so like it or not, I might as well just face facts now that, no matter the amount of danger, Wes would be by my side until this psychopath is no longer a threat} Noted. I don't agree with your stubborn intentions on not leaving my side until this psycho is no longer a threat, but I appreciate you looking out for me, so as much as I want to argue with you over this, I know I would be wasting my breath. I don't want anything to happen to you, though. I don't know why this psycho is after me, but if something happens to you, I'll never forgive myself.

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I frowned seeing the pain form in Wes's face and mouth as they reset his broken nose and then the EMT's tended to the wound on his head. Feeling him take my hand in his, I curled my fingers around his palm, and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Why he was sticking by me after all of this was beyond me. Sure, I knew Amber, Chad, and the others teased Wes about seemingly having a crush on me, and I never believed it, but crush or not, nobody in their right mind would hang around someone who seemed to be a magnet for Ghost Face. If Wes was smart, he would get as far away from me as humanly possible, yet here he was, inviting me back to his house while assuring me that he could protect me there} Wes... {I softly aired out his name while my fingers remained contentedly wrapped around his hand} If you were smart about this, you should drop me and get as far away from me as possible. I mean, as much as I appreciate you looking out for me, I hate that I keep putting you at risk. As long as you're with me, Ghost Face is going to continue coming after you too... {I trailed off. Something told me if Wes was going to run away from me, he would have already done it, so everything I was saying now was probably in vain. Deep down, I knew Wes wasn't going to leave my side until Ghost Face is no longer a threat. Still, for Wes's sake and his own protection, I had to at least try to convince him to get as far away from me as he possibly could} I just want you safe, Wes, and you won't be until Ghost Face is gone. Especially if you continue to stick by me. I'm starting to think I'm like the damn angel of death or something... {I said in a hushed tone while my head gave a shake. I had no idea why Ghost Face was targeting me. People usually liked me, so whatever I did to piss of this Ghost Face was beyond me}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I remained at Wes's side as we were led to an ambulance. Staying close to his side as the EMT's gestured for him to sit in the back of the ambo so they could tend to him. Honestly, everything had happened so quickly back there and my adrenaline was so high, I didn't even know what part of him was injured... Just that he had been hurt during his run in with Ghost Face. I was grateful and relieved to know he hadn't been stabbed or something worse... It was a relief to know it was just his nose. Not that I wanted him injured at all, but at least this was a minor injury in comparison to how serious it all could have been. I silently thought to myself as my shaking hand continued to hold his tightly while the EMT tended to him. Cringing slightly as they set the break in his nose and then after cleaning up the dried blood around the area, they placed a guard over it to keep the reset bone in his nose from moving until it's had the chance to heal} Where should we go from here? Is there anywhere that we'll actually be be safe? {I quietly asked Wes. Knowing in this town Ghost Face had already proven he can reach us no matter where we are, or how "safe" we perceive the place to be}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I thought for sure we would be walking into a trap. I mean, it wasn't a stretch to think that way. The way things had been going for us lately, it seemed like that's exactly how our luck would go. In that moment as we stepped outside as I saw the flashing lights of the police cars illuminating around us, I was never so happy in all my life to be wrong} If I express gratitude for the fact that we made it out of there safely, do you think I'll end up jinxing us? {I muttered out dryly as I took Wes's hand; holding onto him for support as I got my crutches positioned under my arms and then I used them to hold me up as we continued toward the police that were now rushing over to us to get us to safety} He needs medical attention. {I immediately pointed out to the police who had approached us. Ironic given I'm saying this as we exited a hospital, but one could hope an ambulance would be somewhere in the nearby vicinity since there was no way in hell I was going back in that hospital, and I had a feeling Wes was feeling the same way currently. Not after the hell we just endured in there} Ghost Face attacked us in there... We got away, obviously, but not before that psycho hurt Wes. {I further explained as I heard the police office call out for the EMT's to head toward us. Grant it, as they were apparently being summoned to come toward us, we were also being ushered further away from the hospital and toward their deemed "safe zone." Pfft, if Ghost Face wanted to attack us right here and now, they'd do it. Seems no place was safe from that psychopath. I thought to myself as the perimeter of police surrounded Wes and I as they guided us safely away from the hospital door we had just exited from}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I didn't think taking the stairs was the best course of action. As slowly as we were both moving, it would take Ghost Face no time at all to track us down, and finish the job. Still, Wes had saved my life more than once now, so I'd give him this one. If we both ended up chopped into swiss cheese as a result, then those are the breaks, I guess} Fine. One step at a time. {I muttered out in agreement as we took the staircase; doing my best to keep up with Wes's pace. Then again, we were both in excruciating pain currently, so neither one of us were moving at a safe pace. At this rate we might reach our desired floor by tomorrow. I thought sarcastically as we continued doing our best to descend the staircase} Ironic since hospitals are supposed to be the safest place. Turns out that's a total load of crap. {I muttered out in agreement with Wes's comment as we approached the door to our desired floor; silently praying we wouldn't open the door and come face to face with Ghost Face on the other side}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

Right? And if the situation was reversed, you know as well as I do that you would have come back for me too, so don't give me that hypocritical crap, Wes. Just like you couldn't handle the thought of something happening to me, I don't want anything to happen to you either. {I said as I helped him up; using my crutches for support as I gave a nod of agreement. No, I didn't think stairs were the answer given that Wes and I were both injured and had limited mobility currently, but if Wes thought this was the best plan, then I wouldn't argue. Especially since I knew he was feeling a bit peeved at me currently for coming back here to save him from Ghost Face} Okay, if you think so then we'll take the stairs. Let's get out of here before he attacks again. {I said as I hobbled on the crutches as we started toward the nearest staircase. Hoping like hell that the police would show up and scare Ghost Face off before he can attack us for a third time in this damn hospital} So much for hospitals being safe. {I mumbled out in irritation as I hobbled as fast as I could with my injuries; ensuring Wes never left my side. No matter what, I wouldn't let anything separate us. If Ghost Face attacked again, I'd fight to the death to save Wes; even if he argued with me about it}

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

{So close. Ghostface was down on the ground for now, so we needed to get the hell out of there before he regained consciousness. Wes and I managed to make it to the elevator and the doors opened; giving me a brief sense of hope that we'd make it out of there safely. I mean, we had come so far. Then it all happened so fast. One minute I hobbled with Wes into the elevator and pushed the button for the door to close again when Wes was suddenly pulled down onto the ground and dragged out of the elevator by Ghostface} Wes! {I cried out in response. Panic filling me as I pushed the button for the elevator doors to open again. By now Ghostface had dragged Wes across the bloody surface of the hospital floor. I wasn't much help, I knew, but there was no way in hell I was leaving him here to face this psychopath alone. Noticing one of the cops dead on the floor, I grabbed his gun from his holster. My hand shaking as I released the safety from the gun and aimed it in Ghostface's direction} Think again, asshole! {I said as I watched Ghostface raise his knife into the air over Wes; preparing to stab him. Before he could though, I fired off two shots from the gun toward Ghostface. Mind you, I only hit what looked like his shoulder with the first shot and his stomach area with the second, but regardless, it was enough for him to fall backwards to the floor} Wes? Wes, are you okay? {I asked in concern as I rushed toward him} Come on... He won't be down long. We need to get out of here before he gets up again. {My voice shaking in building fear as I kept the gun aimed toward Ghostface just in case} Can you get up? Are you hurt? {I asked Wes while my eyes remained worriedly fixed onto Ghostface; knowing he's never down for long. Apparently bionic or some shit like that. I thought in dread as I hoped Wes would be able to get up, so we could get out of here}

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

{What the hell was happening?! Last night this psychopath with a knife attacks me in my own home, and tonight he's here in the hospital for round two? Clearly he was here to finish me off since Wes squashed his plan of doing so last night. What the hell did this asshole want with me though? That was the lingering question. Why was I his intended target? And now Wes too since he seemingly blamed Wes for getting in his way then and now again. I thought with a rapidly beating heart and shaking hands as I leaned into Wes's side for support as his arm snaked around my waist. I was obviously relieved to know that Wes was okay. I managed to knock Ghost Face out before he could cause Wes harm or damage. I wasn't naïve though. I knew Ghost Face wouldn't be knocked out for long before he comes at us again with even more vengeance than before} We both know I can't run, Wes. I can barely move... {Just stating the obvious now. I mean, yes, the boot on my broken leg and the crutches in and of themselves were one thing to screw of my ability to run now, but my stab wounds and extensive loss of blood were the main reasons for my lack of strength and endurance currently} If we can just get to the elevator, that would give us a fighting chance. {I shared. Did we have a fighting chance? I really didn't know at this point in time. I mean, if a hospital wasn't even safe, where would we actually be safe? I thought to myself in building dread} And if I fall behind, you need to leave me and run, Wes. I don't want this psychopath to hurt you too. {I knew Wes would never leave me behind. He'd die protecting me, but I had to at least try to convince him to cut me loose. I mean, the thought of something happening to him just left me sick to my stomach} Either way, let's get the hell out of here before that asshole regains consciousness.

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Hiding. I couldn't believe I was hiding under a hospital bed currently like some kind of coward while Wes went out into the hallway of the hospital as a means of protecting me. He was literally walking into danger to save me... Not once but twice now since he saved my life back at my house after the last Ghost Face attack. By this point in time my heart was beating rapidly as I watched Wes leave the hospital room in search of Ghost Face. It felt like so long had passed without any sign of him or Ghost Face} Don't be a coward, Tara. Don't. {I muttered under my breath as a means of a pep talk as I crawled out from under the bed. Wincing in pain with each move I made, but I knew Wes couldn't face this asshole alone. I couldn't do that to him. Wes deserved better than that. I continued to tell myself as a means of mustering up some courage as I carefully shifted up onto my good leg. After grabbing my crutches from the corner of the hospital room, I slowly and painfully hobbled across the hospital room floor. As I came closer to the hospital room door, I noticed Ghost Face and Wes coming into view. That asshole had a knife to Wes} Oh, hell no. {I thought in determination to myself as I approached the hospital room door. There was no way in hell was I going to let this asshole hurt Wes. I waited for some kind of diversion. Some kind of sign that I could make some kind of move to help Wes... One that hopefully didn't get us both killed, in the process. I silently considered as the moment happened. Wes shot the taser into Ghost Face's groin area, which caused him to drop low; giving me the opportunity to use every bit of strength I could muster up to slap one of my crutches into the back of Ghost Face's head. Satisfaction filling me as Ghost Face dropped to the ground as a result of both forms of retaliation} You okay? {I asked Wes as I got situated on my crutches once more. Knowing Ghost Face wouldn't stay down for long, but hopefully long enough that Wes and I could get out of here} I couldn't let you have all the fun, you know. {I gently teased, even though this was far from a teasing manner, as I waited for Wes to decide what we should do next}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

Wes... No.... {I uttered out in a hushed, shaky tone as I heard his instructions to me to hide under the bed. I knew what he was intending to do. Wes was about to try to be the hero. He'd protect me relentlessly... No matter what that could mean for him} Please don't try to fight this psychopath. {I pleaded but I knew my words were in vain, since his mind was no doubt already made up. In spite of the fear I heard in his voice, Wes would fight back against Ghost Face in order to protect me. I thought with building dread and fear as I felt him lower the syringes into my palm and I did as he asked; pushing away the intense pain I was feeling now as I squatted down to the floor slowly and then dragged myself under the bed. Not all the way, but I did the best I could given my pathetically limited mobility} Be careful. Please. {I whispered across to him as I saw him making his way toward the door. By now my hand was clutched tightly around the syringes while my body shook in a mixture of pain and fear as I hid like a wimp under the bed. Where was his hovering and overly judgmental mother now when we needed her? I thought to myself as I remained hidden under the hospital bed; preparing to help Wes fight should this turn out to be a credible threat and the need would arise}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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{I didn't know how long I had been sleeping before I found myself stirring awake. As I did, I winced softly; realizing my pain medication had worn off in my sleep, so my injuries were unsettlingly and uncomfortably at the forefront of my mind now. In feeling myself nestled against Wes, I expelled a soft sigh of relief; immediately feeling a lingering sense of peace as I realized he had kept his promise and stayed here with me while I slept. I instinctively nestled in a bit closer to his side and brought my head to a rest against him as I realized the movie was still playing on the screen. I was a little out of it when I fell asleep, so although I knew I could be wrong, I was pretty sure this was the movie Wes put on before I fell asleep; meaning my sleep wasn't as long as I had hoped it would have been} How long was I out for? {I asked as a means of seeking clarification that it couldn't have been more than an hour or so} Is this the same movie? {I further wondered aloud, but before Wes could answer, the sound of screams right outside the door caught my attention. At that my eyes widened, worry flooded down on me, and I carefully shifted up into a seated position} He's here... {I murmured out in a shaky voice to Wes; knowing Ghost Face was here to finish what he started} The sound of gunshots followed and then I saw splattered blood hit the door of my hospital room} You got your taser, right? {I asked as I prepared to shift out of the bed; instinctively looking around for some sort of "weapon" we could use to fight back against Ghost Face since I assumed he'd be busting into this hospital room at any second} The medical cart in the corner... See if there's any syringes or anything sharp in there we could use to fight back. {I started to say as I reached out for my crutches. Sure, I knew I'd need them to hold me up onto my good leg, but if all else fails, I could use them to fight back, should the need arise}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{Wes was a good friend. One of the only constants in my life. Someone that I could count on, no matter what. Through thick and thin, Wes was always there for me. He was also the one person who knew all about the hot mess that my life and family tree was. Partly because I confided in him a bit, but also because his mom the sheriff also filled him in on quite a bit of information too. I guessed because she hated the idea of him being friends with me, and hoped by airing out my dirty laundry, so to speak, he'd opt to end our friendship. As much as that sucked to know how his mom felt, I didn't really blame her when you consider my hot mess of a family. Between my absent mom just bounced from one loser to another, my father who left years ago and never looked back, and then there's my sister who promised to always be there for me, but no surprise at all, she left me too. Through time I made my own family... Filled my circle with people I believed I could trust. Clearly my family sucked, but at least I had Wes and the others to count on. By now Wes had crawled into the hospital bed beside me; instinctively nestling into his side as I felt his arm wrap around me} You can pick anything you want, Wes. I'm a little out of it currently, so I don't know how focused I'll be on the movie, anyway. {Given the amount of pain medication they had me on, as well as the trauma I was still feeling after the attack, I felt like a zombie currently} It will make for good background noise if nothing else though. {I added softly so Wes knew I still wanted him to play the movie of his choice, even if I didn't end up watching much or any of it. At the moment this right here was all I wanted and needed. I was on edge as a result of the attack, but having Wes here with me while a lighthearted movie played in the background gave me a sense of calm and serenity} Thank you for being here... I hope you know how much you mean to me. {I quietly aired out as my head rested against his chest before my eyes came to a close. I didn't know if I would be able to sleep, but I figured I should at least try to}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I didn't like the fact that I was putting Wes at risk now. It scared me to think about what could have happened to him last night when Ghost Face attacked me at my house. That whole thing could have easily gone the other way where Wes got attacked too. Fortunately he was safe, but I wasn't stupid. I knew it would only be a matter of time before that Ghost Face freak returned again. What if something happened to Wes while he was trying to protect me? I could feel my heart beating rapidly at the thought of that. Instinctively, I cuddled in a bit closer to Wes's side. Yes, I knew if I was a good friend, I would send him away so he would be safer than if he was here with me, but the selfish side of me let him stay. In one sense I justified that being close to him helped me to feel safer, while another sense I told myself that there was safety in numbers, so maybe we would be better off if we did stay together. Honestly though, I don't think either one of us would be safe unless we got the hell out of this town and as far away from here as possible. We weren't cowards though, so we had to figure out who this asshole was, and then stop them before they have the chance to kill us or anyone else. I thought silently to myself as I watched Wes pull up Netflix on his phone. At the moment I was too out of it and my mind was all over the place to even think about choosing a movie. Knowing I could use the distraction, but I'd prefer if Wes picked the movie} No, it's okay... You can pick anything you want. My head feels all over the place at the moment, so I don't even think I could focus enough to pick out a movie. Whatever you decide if fine with me, though.

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I couldn't help but to smile when I heard Wes reassuring me that he wasn't going to run, no matter what. I appreciated his bravery and loyalty, so naturally it gave me a sense of reassurance and safety to know he had no intentions of leaving me to fend for myself. Wes seriously was the sweetest and most caring guy that I knew. Still, as much as I appreciated his chivalry and loyalty, I couldn't help but to worry about his safety, too. Something told me that psychopath with a knife would be returning again, and this time, he or should would inevitably plan to finish the job they started last night. With that though, I was well aware that when the time came for them to attack me again, they'd also try to slice and dice anyone who got in their way; especially Wes, I imagine, since he ruined their plans of murdering me last night by showing up and tasering them} I just want you safe. {I said with a soft smile as he ultimately joined me in the hospital bed. Once he was situated in the open spot of the hospital bed beside me, I leaned my head to the side; letting it rest against his arm while we rested together in this horribly uncomfortable hospital bed} After the hell we went through last night, I understand if you don't want to watch a scary movie. {I knew that was our original plan, but given our lives, more or less, turned into a live-action scary movie last night, I'd understand if Wes preferred a comedy this time around} I'm good watching anything you want, Wes. {I said with a gentle smile as I remained contentedly nestled into his side while he pulled up a movie on Netflix from his phone. Not meaning anything more with my cuddly gesture then to express how safe, secure, and at ease I felt simply by being close to him}

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{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

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@ofsonofthesheriff

{I smiled softly hearing Wes's words. His reassurance that not even his mother could pull him away from here. I appreciated his care and concern for me. If it had been anyone else, they probably would be avoiding this place like the plague; knowing at any point that psychopath could return and finish off what he started. The sense I got tonight was that Ghost Face wanted to murder me, but thanks to Wes showing up when he did and tased the psycho, Ghost Face didn't get to finish me off. Still, as that reminder played out in my mind, I felt my stomach knotting in worry. Of course for myself, because for whatever reason, I was on Ghost Face's hit list, but even more than that, I was worried for Wes. I had a feeling Ghost Face wasn't all that happy that Wes showed up at my house and squashed Ghost Face's plan to kill me, so I feared he'd try to get revenge on Wes; especially if Ghost Face showed up here, and Wes fought to protect me all over again. As much as I appreciated Wes being here, I didn't want him hurt, as a result. Wes was one of my best friends, so naturally I wanted him to be safe} Just, as much as I appreciate your mean taser skills, as well as your bad ass bravery and drive to protect me, if Ghost Face does show up to finish me off, please run like hell away from him, Wes. Trust me, I just want you safe. {I knew Wes would never run, but I still had to ask him to, because I didn't want anything to happen to him. I thought to myself as I gave his hand a weak squeeze} And, I really have no idea who it could be. {It could be any number of people at this point in time. I mean, one thing I've learned with people is all they need is a reason... Even if the reason made no sense at all. All that to say, if Ghost Face felt like they had a motive, then even if it wasn't justified, I was their target} Anyway, it seems I owe you a movie night, so although I know this isn't the ideal spot we had in mind for said movie night. {I slowly and very carefully shifted over in the hospital bed; trying to make enough room for Wes to sit with me, but making my best effort not to bust a stitch in the process. Once I managed to slowly and painfully inch myself over to the opposite side of the bed, I gently patted the open spot on the bed beside me; gesturing for Wes to join me} What do you say, Hicks, will you join me in this ridiculously uncomfortable hospital bed to watch a movie together?

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}