A knock sounded at my door as I rolled out of my bed, careful of my still painful abdominal and back wounds from six months prior. "Come in." I called out, pulling on one of Ethan's hoodies I had stolen and some denim shorts. Chad and Mindy walked in, the latter smirking slightly when she saw the hoodie. "I have already told you both a million times at least I am not going to the fucking party." I swore throwing a shoe at Chad as Mindy laughed.

"Unlike you two, I don't want to risk dying again." I muttered as I tied my ginger hair into a messy bun. Eventually, I was ready and turned to see them still standing there. "Now, if you don't mind I am going to lie in bed and watch harry potter." Mindy laughed as she pulled my arm, sitting me at my vanity desk.

She undid my hair and started brushing it up into a more elegant bun, she pulled some tendrils down and let them hang loosely by my ears. "I think it will be good for you Lexi. You have barely left this room, let alone the apartment except for class. You need a break." Mindy smiled as she pulled out a sexy nurse costume. 

"Where the fuck did that come from?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as the two twins laughed, Mindy thrusting the costume at me.

"I have my ways. Now put that on and then I'll do your makeup." Mindy told me as they closed the door. I groaned as I took off my shorts and hoodie and threw them onto the bed, pulling on some black shorts and crop top to go under the dress. The white cap rested on my hair as I tried to cover as much of my neck scar as possible.

Mindy walked back in and smiled at me in the costume. "I knew you would look sexy in that." She smirked as Ethan walked past, blushing bright red. "You look perfect Lexi, he'll be all over you." Tears were welling in my eyes as Mindy started applying my foundation and concealer to the scar on my neck and shoulders, keeping it as covered as possible.

"I hate this, all the scars are on show. Why is it so low cut at the back?" I asked frustradely as Mindy sighed resting her head on my shoulder.

Thirty minutes later and Mindy, Anika and I were sat on the sofa, the two lovebirds curled into another, Chad and Ethan were off talking and I was keeping an eye on Tara. I watched someone pull her up the stairs. "Oh, I so don't love that." Anika muttered, following my gaze, Anika went over to Chad and Ethan as I went to Tara.

"I am spectacularly uninterested in knowing anything about you." I heard Anika mutter to the guy, as I slowly made my way over there, feeling the effects of the drinks I had had. 

"T, let's stay down here." The man glared at me, angry at me for interrupting his fuck session with my best friend. 

"It's okay Alex, I want to, you guys don't have to wait for me." Tara sighed barely able to stand straight. Chad came over and locked eye contact with me for a second.

"Tara's fine down here partner." Chad told Frankie, the rapist of the college. Frankie laughed and shook his head at us pulling Tara up as she slipped down the stairs. Mindy and Anika grabbed her as I ran up the stairs and punched him in the face and then kicked him in the balls, Sam then came up to me and gently pulled me aside.

"Sorry, I'm just gonna taze you in the balls real quick." She smiled as she did just that. Sam walked out, still gently holding onto my hand, Tara and the others quick in pursuit of us.

People's gasps could be heard as we tried to push through the pile of sweaty students. "Shit, it's those psycho girls! Billy Loomis' daughter and that reporter chick's kid." Some random guy shouted out, grabbing onto my arm.

"Get the fuck off of me." I growled, my eyes narrowing as I kneed him in the crotch and left with Sam, the others following us.

I knew that I shouldn't have gone to the party, I knew something bad would happen, and it almost did, and now there was shouting, screaming. "What the actual fuck, Sam!?" Tara screamed seconds after we left the party, music and shouts still blaring through the street.

My heart rate picked up slightly as my hand pulled away from Sam's, my legs moving faster to get me away from them. I felt someone take my hand, tears clouding my vision, I looked up to see blurry vision of Ethan. "Hey darling." He whispered, his words instantly providing some relief to my anxiety, my heart slowing down slightly.

Sam stepped closer towards Tara, her hand hanging losely on Tara's arm, tears in her eyes. "You're not dealing with what happened to us. Have you even gone to that counselor?" She asked, her eyes searching Tara's, Tara scoffed as she rolled her eyes, looking from me to Sam and back again.

Tara turned around and stopped walking, everyone doing the same, Ethan squeezed my hand gently almost as if he sensed that I was nervous. "No and I'm not going to. Unlike you two," She paused and gestured to me and Sam, "I'm not interested in living in the past-" The second she finished her sentence, it felt like she had driven a knife through my heart.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked as she looked back at me, a worried look on her face, tears already pooling in my eyes. 

I stepped forwards until I was infront of the Carpenter sisters, I heard muttered voices and someone's footsteps approaching behind us. My heart instantly started to beat a little harder and faster, a hand rested on my shoulder, I squealed involuntarily and flinched. Ethan took a step back and held his hands up, a look of worry and confusion on his face. "Yeah she does that sometimes. It's not your fault." Chad sighed as he slowly walked towards me, making sure that I could see him, like he always did.

My chest ached as it felt like no air was entering my lungs, I felt like I couldn't breathe as if I was suffocating and I hated it. The constant fear and trauma following me around for the rest of my life. "Take a deep breath." Mindy muttered in my ear as she rubbed my back, applying pressure as I felt myself calming down slightly.

"Hey guys, come on. Look at what you're doing." Chad called to the two, gesturing at me as I closed my eyes and wiped my tears away with a shaking hand.

Tara rolled her eyes whilst Sam sent me an apologetic look to which I sent her a small smile. "It means that I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define the rest of my life." Tara snapped, making gestures between Sam and I.

"You are pretending that it didn't happen at all Tara!" I spoke up, anger rising through my body as my anxiety calmed down and was replaced with anger at Tara.

"And maybe you should too!" She yelled and at that I felt that I had been slapped in the face, everybody stopped and looked at me, expecting a reaction and even Tara regretted what she said.

I huffed out a breath and crossed my arms, hugging them tight around my sides. "Should I? So you're a therapist now are you? Or a life coach? Or a grief counselor. No you're not, so who are you to tell me how I should cope! I should just pretend that my father never died? Why? Will he still be here, would he still be standing right fucking beside me? No! No! He wouldn't, I cannot forget or pretend that Woodsboro' never happened because it feels like I'm forgetting my father." Tears slipped down my cheeks as I stormed off, Ethan following me.

For one brief second, we were away from the arguments and the loud and busy streets of New York, and it was just Ethan and I. Spontaneously, I followed my heart, leant forward and pressed my lips against his. Wolfwhistles clouded my senses as I felt his warmth pressed against my body, before something cold soaked me. My eyes snapped open as I gasped, punch stinging my eyes. 

As I turned around I saw Sam being held back by Chad and Tara. Before I knew what I was doing my feet pounded against the pavement and my fist collided with the lead girl. "Murderers! They know what they did! They killed innocent people and blamed it on innocent bistanders. Fucking murderers." My fists clenched as I swung once more, feeling strong arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me away as my fist connected with the girl on the floor multiple times.

"Lexi, Lex, baby chill." Ethan muttered in my ear, pressing a kiss to my cheek, my heart slowing down slightly as I saw Tara and Sam walking away.

"Fucking bastard cunts!" I screamed as I flipped them off and walked away. Ethan walked over to Sam and gave her three tissues and wrapped his hoodie around me. A small smile rested on my face. His arm rested around my hips as I leant on his shoulder, Tara and Sam still continuing the argument.

"I'm sorry, by the way, about your dad. I wish I could've met him and told him that he raised a beautiful, strong and independent woman." Ethan muttered in my ear, a small smile appeared on my face as he leant in and kissed me again.

Our moment was interrupted by the voice of Tara, still going at it. "What are you doing here Sam? And you Alexis? In New York?" She asked, my eyes narrowing as I knew where she was going with this. "Sam, you're working two shitty jobs just to help with rent, but for what? What's your plan? And you Lexi, you're just following me around like a lost puppy dog, you've got a shitty job in a cafe just to help with rent and you're in college doing a course that doesn't really interest you. We all know you wanted to be a dancer or an actress, but now look at you. You are letting them win, and I for one, won't let them win over me." Her speech continued as I tried to drown it out, Ethan wrapping his arms around me.

"Tara, just stop it, please." I begged, emotion catching in my throat as I ran my fingertips across the jagged scar over my neck. Memories flooding back.

"Because I know what mine is. I'm going to get my degree, become a lawyer and live my life, my life. You two followed me here, and you Sam, you won't let me out of your sight." Tara stopped as she looked at me, and sighed, her gaze softening slightly.

Sam took a deep breath as she looked at Tara. "I am just trying to look out for you." Both of the sisters took deep breath's as Tara turned towards her older sister.

Sam pulled Tara into a hug as Tara whispered. "You have to let me go." And Sam nodded.