now i have to remember you for longer than i've known you

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! 

Willa began to panic. She'd just been through hell - literal hell. She didn't even begin to recover before jumping in the car to help Sam save Tara, and now Dewey was playing the hero card.

They were out. They were almost out!

"No no no no no-" Willa began to mumble, hitting the button on the elevator. "No, fuck! No!" She cried, hitting the button harder.

"Will," Tara tried to speak up.

"Not him. Not him too!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. She hit the button harder as if it would change anything. As if the elevator would magically stop, moving upward so she could save Dewey before it was too late.

Her body filled with dread as the elevator dinged, opening it up to the main lobby.

As Willa struggled to get back up to the floor they were just in, Dewey slowly walked toward where he'd left Ghostface. The figure still laid against the broken case, as if knocked out. He emptied his gun of the shells before reloading, his steps careful and calculated. 

All that ran through the older man's mind was ending this. Saving Willa, Gale, Sam, and everyone else involved. Saving anyone who could possibly be killed next. Getting revenge for not only Willa, but Wes and Judy who weren't able to survive.

He stopped directly in front of the masked figure. Part of him wanted to de-mask the person, just to see who it was. To figure out why they were doing this. But that would take too much time. The longer he stalled, the more of a chance the figure woke up and he'd lose his one and only chance to save them.

Dewey held the gun up, but just before he could pull the trigger and end it, his phone rang. He looked down for a second - a split second - and Ghostface was up, stabbing their knife directly into his gut.

The Ghostface stood, keeping the knife lodged in his stomach. Dewey grunted, trying to fight against the figure, but due to where the stab wound was - he was already losing a significant amount of blood. 

Dewey looked up, making eye contact with Ghostface. As he glanced at the mask, Ghostface pulled out another knife, stabbing him in the back. He groaned as the knife plunged into his body. They yanked both knives upward, cutting his torso open as if it were nothing. 

Tears filled Dewey's eyes, from the pain and the thought of dying without saving everyone. The thought of not being able to save anyone - comfort anyone - to the best of his abilities haunted him.

Ghostface showed no remorse. They lifted the knives higher, blood spouting from his torso and mouth. Dewey slouched further and further to the ground until he was on his knees, slipping on his own blood. 

His phone rang again, and he looked down to see that Gale was calling him. An old photo of the two of them was the photo icon, only filling him with more heartbreak. Gale. He hadn't even thought too much of Gale, too worried sick about Willa.

"It's an honor," Ghostface muttered in Dewey's ear before yanking the knives from his body and kicking his lifeless body to the floor.

Just as Ghostface fled the scene, Willa finally emerged from the elevator.

She stopped, her blue eyes wide as she took in the scene. "N-no. No no!" She screamed, her voice carrying through the halls.

Willa ran to Dewey, slipping on his blood. She landed on the ground with a thud, crawling the rest of the way to his body. He lay there - lifeless and bloody his eyes wide open. 

"No please Dewey, not you too." She sobbed, gently touching his arm. She looked at his body, seeing how brutal the murder was. "I-I can save you. I cou-couldn't save W-Wes but I can you." She whispered, looking around. She grabbed a cloth on the floor nearby, pressing it to his wound. "C-Come on, please Dewey please."

Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his body. "P-please D-Dewey please." She begged, as if pleading would bring him back. But she knew his wounds were the worst she'd seen - worse than Wes', in her opinion. There was no way he would've survived that, especially not now.

She cringed as she saw his open lifeless eyes. They were just like Wes' who she had dealt with only hours prior to this. She reached forward, shutting his eyelids in the same way she had Wes', her breathing shaky and uneven. "I-I c-can't do this-" She cried, resting her head on his chest.

All Willa could smell was the metallic gross smell of his blood. But she didn't care. She couldn't move. She risked her health and her life to save Tara, just to lose Dewey. She was tired, sad, and heartbroken. She was hurt. She was angry. 

"Y-you p-promised," She cried, pulling back. She stood up, finally finding the strength to back away. She knew it wouldn't look good, and truthfully, she couldn't stand to look at him anymore. 

She backed up, keeping her eyes on Dewey until she backed into the empty elevator. She hit the bottom floor button, silent tears streaming down her face as the door shut.

Willa slid down the elevator wall, sobs escaping her lips as the realization about everything that had happened hit her roughly. It had happened so fast, too fast for her to comprehend or even take a second.

And now that she was alone, in an elevator ride that felt way too long, it hit her. She sat there, crying to herself until the elevator doors opened, and when they did she slowly rose from her spot, exiting the elevator.

She left slowly, her hands clenched at her sides. She felt like she couldn't breathe, that the world was crushing her to pieces. She looked up to see Sam heading in her direction, and she immediately stopped. "Get away from me," She muttered, her voice breaking.

"W-Willa-"

"I can't," She said softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I wanna go ho-" She stopped, realizing what she was about to say. Her face fell, her eyelids fluttering as tears descended down her cheeks.

Sam's face fell, realizing she was about to tell her she wanted to go home. But she couldn't. It was still a crime scene, just like the hospital was now.

She didn't have a home anymore.

"Willa!" The sound of MJ's voice was heard.

Sam turned to see Anna, Jo, Clodagh, and MJ running into the lobby of the hospital. They halted as they saw the state Willa was in. She was covered in her blood, Dewey's blood, and Wes' blood, dirty and beaten up. Tears streamed down her puffy cheeks, her face red from how much she'd been crying.

Clodagh grabbed onto Jo, covering her mouth with her hand. MJ stepped forward before pausing, almost too afraid to approach. 

Anna stopped in front of Willa, tears filling her waterline. "Wes," She breathed out, as if knowing that some of the blood on her clothes was from Wes.

"He's gone," Sam spoke up. "So is Dewey. And Judy."

Willa's lip trembled, more silent tears falling down her cheeks. She looked at the ground, clenching her hands into fists at her sides. 

"You've lost everyone," Anna murmured with sad eyes, her voice barely a whisper.

"Where is she?!" The sound of Chad's voice echoed through the hospital. Everyone turned to see him run into the hospital, followed by Mindy, Alice, and Christian.

His dark eyes immediately landed on Willa, softening almost immediately. The four of them met up with the rest of the group standing near Willa, and just as Chad went to approach Willa, she stepped away.

"W-Wills?" Chad softly asked, holding a hand out.

"Stop," She breathed. "Stay back."

Chad looked at her friends, who just looked away. He then looked at Sam, whose face fell. "She won't let us near her."

"I'm fine. It's fine. I'm fine." She repeated, breathing in deeply.

"You don't have to lie to us, Willa." Christian softly said.

"I'm not lying. I'm fine. My mother and brother were just killed and then Dewey was just murdered. I'm peachy." She sarcastically said, taking in a ragged breath. "Perfectly fucking fantastic if you ask me."

Tears gathered in Chad's eyes at the sight of her, completely and utterly broken. She wasn't the same selfless, kindhearted girl he'd fallen in love with, because of all of the shit she'd been through within just the last week. 

Sam looked around, noticing how Willa's eyes bounced between the abundance of people who stood in front of her. She turned, facing everyone. "Go. Leave her be."

The group immediately listened, leaving the hospital. By now, policemen and EMTs began to file in, heading straight for the crime scene upstairs. 

Everyone except for Chad and Mindy left, but Willa refused to get closer. "Don't touch me," She breathed shakily, her back hitting the wall. "D-don't."

"We-we're not going to touch you, Willa. We promise." Mindy said, holding her hands up in surrender as she stepped up next to Chad. She glanced at her brother, noticing the way his eyes never left the blonde, his jaw clenched. "Please. Let us help you."

"Help me?" Willa couldn't help but sarcastically laugh. "How can you help me, Mindy? Please, tell me how."

Mindy was hurt by her words, but she knew Willa was angry. And rightfully so, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose three important people within hours of each other - on top of almost dying herself. "Please, Willa. Let me- let us take care of you." Her voice cracked slightly, "Remember when we were sick, and you'd bring over homemade chicken noodle soup?" She looked at Chad, raising her eyebrows.

Chad, catching on, nodding. "Y-yeah. And you baked us brownies for when we felt better, and never left our sides to take care of us like our personal nurse."

"You have taken care of us. Of everyone. Day after day, year after year. Putting yourself last." Mindy said as she slowly inched forward, her hands still raised. "You never put yourself first. Let us put you first. Please."

Willa's lip trembled, and she clenched her fists one last time before releasing them. They were slowly breaking through, and it was noticeable to both of them.

"Come on, Will." Mindy breathed, slowly approaching her. She stopped in front of her, hesitantly resting her hands on her upper arms. "Let us take care of you."

Willa managed to nod, letting out a deep breath she'd been holding. Mindy nodded, sniffling as Willa relaxed, her tears starting up all over again.

She didn't hesitate to pull her into her arms, letting Willa collapse in her arms. Willa cried, her sobs echoing through the building as she cried in Mindy's chest.

Mindy held Willa, gently running her fingers through her tangled hair. Tears fell down her cheeks as she rested her chin on the top of Willa's head, trying to hide her own cries.

Chad stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the both of them. He held them tightly, biting back tears. "It's okay, guys. It's okay. It'll be okay." He said although he wasn't quite sure he believed it himself. 

Willa knew he was lying. It wasn't okay. It'd never be okay. She lost so much - she had so little. She held onto Mindy as tightly as possible, both twins hugging her just as tightly. 

"Let's go home, okay?" Mindy softly asked. "Mom will let you stay. She loves you."

Chad hesitantly let go of the two, watching as Willa clung onto Mindy as if her life depended on it. They snuck out - thankfully without too much attention, and made their way to their house.

"I'll go make some soup, okay?" Chad touched Willa's arm.

She didn't look at him. She didn't acknowledge him. It wasn't anything against him, she was just too broken to try. Horrifying images of the things she'd seen filtered through her mind, and no matter how hard she tried - she was unable to blink them away.

Willa mindlessly followed as Mindy led her toward the bathroom. "Okay, Willa, I'm going to help you shower, is that okay?" Mindy asked softly, looking at her.

The blonde-haired girl briefly nodded, and Mindy nodded to herself before turning and starting a nice hot shower. 

Mindy felt her heart break as she helped Willa get into the shower. She watched as Willa zoned out, not caring that Mindy was basically taking care of her like a child. She said nothing, only moving when Mindy asked her to.

"Do you want to sit for a moment while I put shampoo in your hair?" Mindy asked softly.

Willa didn't respond. She just slowly lowered herself to the floor of the tub, wrapping her arms around her legs. The stitches on her shoulder were ugly, especially from getting knocked around by Richie when they were fighting off Ghostface.

Mindy took in a deep breath as she grabbed the shampoo, kneeling on the outside of the tub as she began to massage her curly blonde hair.

It was then that Willa began to sob - really sob. Her sobs echoed through the bathroom, loud enough that Chad could hear it from the kitchen.

He clenched his jaw, gripping the counter tightly to the point that his knuckles turned white.

"Chad, honey-" Martha breathed out, approaching her son.

"What do I do?" Chad asked, looking at the older woman. "What- what am I supposed to do? How do I help her?"

"You can't," Martha breathed. "You can't do more than you already are. Honey, she-" Martha took in a deep breath, "Her brother just died. And her mother, I couldn't-" She breathed in, struggling to not cry herself. "Losing a sibling, you can't fix that pain."

"I can try," Chad said, "I'll do anything I just- I can't see her like this anymore."

"Honey, you can't." Martha insisted. "I wasn't fine after Uncle Randy. Not for the longest time. She lost her mother at the same time. If I was the way I was after Randy, I could only imagine what she's dealing with."

"I can fix it." Chad insisted, his jaw clenching. "I can fix it. I will."

Without another word, he walked away. He made a beeline straight for the bathroom, where Willa's cries grew louder. "I'll fix this, I'll fix her. Bring my Willa back," He murmured to himself.

"Even if I die in the process."

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