I had gone back to my apartment for the first time since my attack, Liv and Mindy accompanying me as Wes had things to do and Tara was still in the hospital. My anxiety had been intruding my thoughts since the first attacks on Tara and I, but I didn't want to let it consume me and control my life.

Wes had texted me telling me to go to his house, saying it was important. "Thank you for coming with me guys, I'm really greatful that I have you, but I- um, I need to go. Wes needs me." I lifted a shaky hand to my eyes and wiped away the tears that had fallen from being scared to enter the apartment, it was exactly the same as it was after the attack, except someone had come and scrubbed away the blood and fixed the broken furniture.

Mindy told me she would drive me as I still wasn't cleared to, so we said goodbye to Liv who smiled and headed to Wes' house. Something in my gut was telling me that we should turn around, but my boyfriend said he needed me, so I was going to be there, no matter what.

A feeling of dread settled in my stomach as I started to feel sick with worry. My hands shook as I clicked Wes' contact and pressed call, to no avail, it went to voicemail, until he called me back. "Hello, Lexi." The familiar voice greeted, the bile threatening to rise in my throat, I whimpered as I placed the phone on speaker. Seeing we were around the corner. "Too bad it's too late to save pretty boy. How does it feel to know I was the last one he saw, looked into my eyes as I killed him." He laughed down the phone as I dropped my phone and sprinted out of the car.

The front door was slightly ajar and as I looked to the porch, the sight I was met with made me physically feel sick. My legs pumped of their own accord as I ran to the body on the pavement. "Judy- Judy. Wake up." I cried, feeling for a pulse, a howl building up in my throat when I realized that I was too late. "I am so so sorry, Sheriff Hicks." The tears poured down my cheeks as I pushed the door open, falling into the blade held out for me, I screamed as the familiar white hot burning pain erupted through my forearm once more.

I stumbled forwards and tripped over something, someone.

A scream of heartbreak left my mouth as I looked at my boyfriend, blood pouring out of his mouth with a knife wound through his neck. Without hesitation I pushed my hands over his wound, applying pressure hoping for a mircale, even though deep down I knew he was dead. "Wes, baby, I love you." Sobs left my open mouth as his blood covered my body, earth-shattering screams shaking my body with the force at which I felt them.

His empty eyes stared at me as I felt the pain once more in my shoulder. "I don't fucking care, you cunt! Kill me then, fucking kill me! I'm begging you, fucking slit my throat! I don't care anymore, I love him and you-you fucking killed him, you bitch." The anger built up as I swung a punch at the masked figure, ignoring my wounds, only caring about revenge.

"Lexi!?" I heard someone scream as footsteps pounded the patio stairs, I couldn't reply, instead I could only sob as warm arms wrapped around me. And I smelt the familiar smell of coconut shampoo and floral perfume. mindy.

"He-he, he's dead. The fucking bastard cunt killed him!" I shouted, shivering slightly as the dizziness began to enter the scene once more. My eyes started to grow heavy as someone helped me up and onto my feet and led me outside, my stomach heaved as I saw her body once more. I leant over and emptied my stomach contents onto the pavement, sobbing as Mindy rubbed my back and held my hair for me.

I could hear people screaming names, my name, I looked up, my vision slightly disorientated as I saw dad, Sam and mom. My parents ran to me as I shook slightly, Mindy holding me upright. "Oh my god!" My mom yelled as she took in my appearance.

"Mom- I'm okay, he only got me in the arm twice, it's Wes' and Judy's blood, they're both dead, I was too late. I failed them." Strong arms wrapped their way around my body, kissing my forehead as they cried quietly too. "I begged you not to come back here. You promised me!" My mind started to work again as I thought of our conversation days ago. Then it dawned on me, my heart dropping. "You're not even here for us. You just want a good story, your big scoop!" I explained, exasperated as I threw my hands up in exhaustion.

Mom and Dad took me over to an ambulance where they cleaned what blood they could away, sewed and cleaned my arm before placing it in a sling. Sam started shouting so I headed over with dad, feeling myself becoming more angry with my mom. "Sam, Sam. Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her as she pulled me into a tight hug.

"Who is with my sister!?" Sam shouted as she started storming off to her car, dad and I going too. Eventually, Richie answered her phone call, but it wasn't him, but a ghostface. We could hear Tara's whimpers over the phone, my heart clenching.

"Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead." Sam snarled as the elevator doors opened and she started shooting at the masked ghostface. Sam and I ran to Tara, both of us helping her up as dad got Richie. I still didn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

Ghostface stood up and ran towards my dad, holding up his knife. Quickly, I ran towards them and pushed him away, giving my dad time as I ran away. I looked over my back every few seconds to make sure that he was following me. After a few minutes, I couldn't see him but kept running.

Beads of sweat collected on my forehead and ran down my neck as the familiar burning sensation of the white hot metal entering my abdomen. A loud screaming cry left my lips as I pulled the knife out and punched the person behind the mask. "That's for fucking killing my boyfriend." I snarled as I kneed them in the groin, expecting them to fall, but not exactly surprised when they didn't. "I knew it was a girl." I muttered to myself but paused mid sentence as the knife was re-entered into my abdomen and pulled up, almost completely gutting me.

Screams echoed through the empty halls as I collapsed to the floor, holding my arms around my middle, blood squirting over the floor and myself. "I'm sorry Dria, but this had to happen. For the movie." The voice spoke, my eyes widening as I registered what the girl said. This confirmed my suspicions of who could be behind the mask. "Sleep tight Dria, while I go and finish what they started twenty five years ago." Ghostface ran back in the direction of where she had left her father.

Slowly I could feel the blood loss starting to affect me, the hot sticky liquid oozing from the gaping wound in my abdomen and side and trickling onto the floor, leaving a trail behind. I staggered behind the masked person, holding my insides tight to keep them where they belonged, inside of my abdomen, keeping me alive. As I finally caught up, I watched in horror as the ghostface killed my dad, slicing the knives up his back and stomach. "Dad!" Adrenalin fuelled my body as I forgot about my injuries and sprinted to help him, but being too late.

When I got there, he dropped onto the floor in front of me, his empty eyes staring at the distance, I cried and screamed as ghostface delivered a few kicks to my ribs, as I fell to the floor and grieved.