"She's an interesting one, that Layla Torres."

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LAYLA TORRES had spent ninety-three days every year for the past four years in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The bustle of the city soothed her, and reminded her that there was a future outside of her tainted hometown.

The other two hundred and seventy-two days were spent in Woodsboro. She wished that she could say she enjoyed the small town, but everyone knew that she was planning on getting as far away as possible once she'd crossed that stage at graduation.

She'd been born here. Her mother had been born here. Her father had been born here.

They'd also both died there.

It had been a town tragedy when her mother died. A benign tumour that had been left untreated, taking her out of Layla's life when she was only four years old. Everyone wept for the four year old, wondering how life could be so cruel.

They wept more for her father, Ricardo Torres.

 It seemed that their family was cursed. His wife, Taylor Becker, was the twin sister of Casey Becker - one of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher's first victims in the original 1996 Woodsboro Murders. She'd gone on to survive the following two ghost face attempts in 1997 and 2000, only to be taken by natural causes in 2008. 

Then, in 2011, they wept for Layla Torres.

As Deputy Torres had answered a call from long-time friend Sidney Prescott, he'd been impaled to the side of his cop cruiser while his friends could do nothing else but watch. Dewey had kept pressure on the wound while Sidney had phoned for an ambulance, but it was too late. Deputy Torres died with his only daughter's names falling from his lips.

With no living relatives, Dewey had wasted no time in taking up the role as legal guardian of Layla. Gale had been the one to suggest it, knowing that the little girl would never be able to process what had happened to her father if she went into care.

Their dysfunctional happy family was fun, while it lasted. Dewey couldn't let go of the past, constantly wondering if it was his fault for not responding to the call sooner. Gale was also stuck in the past, but not with regret. She'd gone on to publish another book about the fourth Ghostface attacks, once again causing a rift between herself and Dewey.

They'd divorced four years ago.

They weren't on speaking terms now, but they were civil enough for Layla to be able to spend the school summer break with Gale in New York. It had started as one week, then by the next summer it had become all ninety-three days. Dewey knew it wasn't his fault that she hated the town, but there was always going to be a piece of him that wondered if she hated him for surviving while her father had died.

There was one thing that was for certain and that everyone in the town knew for a fact: Laya Torres HATED WOODSBORO.

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01. jaded | miley cyrus

"it's a fucking shame that it ended like that"

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02. about you | the 1975

"there was something 'bout you that now I can't remember"

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03. 21 | gracie abrams

"just because you're hurting doesn't mean I'm not"

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04. all of the girls you loved before | taylor swift

"your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined"

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05. called out in the dark | snow patrol

"as the kids took back the parks, you and I were left with the streets"