Wes Hicks came to pick her up at eight am to visit Tara at the hospital. He said it would be nice to see Tara again, especially now that she was alive. Olive agreed, though the boiling pain in her stomach didn't disappear once. She didn't have much energy to talk to anyone in the slightest. She didn't feel excited enough to go out and venture forth into the world.

Her father gave her a hug, kiss, and a boxed lunch before he let her go. Olive wanted her father to tag along. She crossed her fingers as she entered Wes's car. He handed her a bag of candies. Swedish fish was her favorite candy in the entire world.

Wes played only pop music on the radio. She kicked her feet, playing with the keychains on her backpack. Her father was going to pick her up later, after napping and watching her mother on television.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Billy was singing that ridiculous song under his breath.
Olive shivered, bringing her knees to her chest. She was never good in these types of situations. It always made her feel sick to her stomach.

     "Everything okay, Olive?" Wes asked. He looked at her as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. She nodded. She wasn't very good at words. It happens sometimes. Her words caught in her throat in more ways than one. And once this happened, she could barely get a word out. "You're quieter than normal, y'know."

    Olive pressed her lips together. She could barely think with Billy singing that stupid song in her ear. "I'm okay, Wes." When the car entered the park, Olive winced. She ran her hand through her hair, playing with the little clips she took from her mother's drawer. "Are you?"

    Wes looked at the steering wheel, gripping far too firmly to be sane. "I'll feel better when I see Tara." He glanced at her before opening the door. "Are you sure you're okay, littlest Riley?" He disappeared from her line of vision and in a panic, closed her eyes tight. He wasn't going to leave her. The door to her side of the car opened and Wes's eyes met hers. His lips pressed together as he stared at her.

    Billy ran his hand down the walls of the hospital, grinning like a man on a mission. Three, four, better lock your door. He pretended to fall down on the ground, bleeding out like a victim of his, years prior.

   Olive peeked her head in Tara's room. Her face contorted into one of fear. Tara Carpenter was a mess, with bandages on bandages on beautifully tanned skin. Olive grabbed Wes's hand, gripping it tighter than he did with the steering wheel.

   A group of people new and old folded the youngest Carpenter's room. She noted the twins already there, with Amber beside Tara. Olive was sure the two were dating, but other times she wasn't so sure. She sat in one of the chairs, knees up to her chest. Her backpack rested at her feet.
They stared at her, eyes wide and unblinking. They reminded her of the bodies in the stories Billy told her. They reminded her of her Aunt Tatum in the pictures Billy made her search up.

    "Why'd you bring that old sheriff's daughter?" asked Amber Freeman.

    "I wanted to see Tara," Olive Riley–Weathers replied.

    Everyone stared some more before Samantha Carpenter walked in. She looked like Billy Lomis, with her brown eyes that could kill if they decided to. Billy told her about his daughter, but Olive didn't think they looked all that alike.

   "How are you feeling?" the eldest Carpenter asked.

    Tara's eyes widened with familiarity and surprise. "You came."

   In another universe, this would have been happy. But a Ghostface victim never lied peacefully after being attacked. Olive knew that. Billy was cackling in her ear as he sized up Tara's wounds.

    Not bad, he mused. Terrible, in fact.

    "Of course I came." A man walked in after her, looking at everyone with confused eyes. Sam's hand rested firmly in the mystery man's one. They appeared to be a loving couple. Billy scoffed, his breath hot on her neck."This is my boyfriend, Richie."

    "It's so nice to meet you. I'm so sorry if I'm intruding." Olive noticed the way Amber's eyes scanned the newcomer as he greeted them all for the first time. A look of reconnection.

    She awkwardly waved. Richie's eyes met hers and Olive shivered. He looked at her with hungry eyes, like her mother's horrible coworker. "Hi, mister," she whispered, meekly waving from her spot in the chair.

      "Hi, little miss."

They all seemed so comfortable around each other. Samantha didn't even visit anymore, at least, that's what Olive figured out. But these were her people, well, Samantha's people. Olive was more of a tag along, a pet.

     "These are Chad and Mindy, the twins. And Wes. I used to babysit them all." Samantha looked at Olive as she introduced everyone to her boyfriend. "And that's the old sheriff's daughter, Olive." Lightbulbs seemed to have gone off in Richie's head.

     He's suspicious, isn't he? Billy pointed out, caressing Richie's face. Billy's hands were forever stained with blood. She supposed it made sense.

    "Which is always how I like to be introduced," Wes said with a sarcastic smirk. Wes gave her a playful smile. The babysat becomes the babysitter, after all.

    "And Amber." The familiarity was back in Amber's eyes.

    "Hey."

     They know each other, Billy screamed. "Hi. Nice to see you. I'm Richie." Olive, he fucking knows her.

      Olive covered her ears. She pushed the palms of her hands into her ears, jamming them in tight. Billy was being louder than normal. It terrified her. Why was Billy screaming? Amber didn't know Richie. That didn't make any sense. They just met afterall.

    "Look, guys, Tara's really tired. Maybe we should just give her some space," Amber said, clicking her tongue at everyone. Amber smiled at Olive, ruffling her hair. Olive felt more like a pet than anything at the moment.

     Olive agreed. She couldn't be in here anymore if Billy was going to keep screaming. She would rather Stu Macher than Billy Loomis any day. This made her feel sick all over again. Olive grabbed her back pack, tossing a couple Cheez–It into her mouth.

    She sat in the break room, chewing on her snacks. It was empty, completely and utterly empty. If that didn't set alarms off, then maybe her built in Ghostface detector was broken?

    Never go alone, Billy scolded. He banged on the table, causing Olive to flinch. You need to get back with the group, Riley. Now.

    Her phone went off the second Billy shouted 'now.' Olive stared at Billy, and he stared right back. She pressed the bright green button with panicked hands. Olive's voice shook in her throat. "Hello?"

      "Hello, Olive." the familiar voice box she'd seen in tapes, in phone recordings, basically in anything Ghostface related on the internet. "Didn't your daddy ever warn you about taking calls from strangers?" Billy was clawing at his eyes for her to get out.

      "Sorry," Olive said quickly, hands shaking as she collected her snacks. "I didn't mean to."

    Olive, get out.

    Get out.

    GET OUT.

     Olive dropped her lunch box the minute Samantha Carpenter walked in. She panicked, hanging up the phone. "Olive?" Samantha asked, rushing over. She helped Olive pick up her lunch box. "You shouldn't have eaten alone, y'know."

      Olive winced. Billy was shouting, though, Olive couldn't tell if he was yelling at her or Samanatha. Olive, you need to get out of here. But he was paranoid. She was paranoid. They were paranoid.

      Samanatha helped Olive pick the rest of her stuff off the ground. She smiled at Olive before a loud ringtone flooded the room. Samantha pressed it to her ear, confused at the call. "Hello?" Olive couldn't hear what the caller was saying, but Samamtha's eyes grew paranoid. "Who is this?"

      Billy groaned, banging on the doors. Start fucking running, Riley.

       "You're the fuck who hurt my sister?"

        Olive felt her heart thump in her chest. She was going to die. This was it.

       "You want to fuck with me, asshole? I'm right here. Come and get me."

        Samantha motioned for Olive to start running. Billy yelled finally! at the top of his lungs. A masked killer chased through the door. Olive only had one thought before running: don't let my parents live without a daughter. Samantha pushed her out the door, but Olive couldn't breathe.

         That was a living, breathing Ghostface. And they were aiming to kill her. She was going to die. Olive choked back a sob, screaming at the top of her lungs. She clawed at the door, hoping Samantha was behind her. She felt as if she was choking on her sobs. I don't want to die, she begged the man in the sky.

          Samantha began to scream louder than Olive was. Her heart raced in her chest, louder and harder than before. A police officer rushed to their aid, after hearing their screams.

      "Somebody's trying to kill us," Samantha screamed into the officer's chest. "Someone tried to kill us in the break room."

      Olive slouched down onto the ground. Her head pressed between her knees. Billy stroked her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. You're safe, Riley. All safe. No one's gonna hurt you. And Olive was going to believe him, because Billy Loomis lied often, but not this time.

     The officer was talking to her, but Olive could barely breathe as it was. She'd heard the word catatonic often. She heard it during doctor's appointments when her mother thought she was going insane. It was only four times, but each time it hurt. There were words for this, but she couldn't remember.

     "Olive," Samantha said, running a hand through her hair. "Hey–hey, it's okay. You seriously are fine." They weren't sitting on the floor anymore. They were in Tara's room. Tara and Amber were talking to an officer.

      Olive shook her head. Olive, Billy chided. She looked up, not removing her hands from her ears. Breathe. She shakily took a breath, inhaling deeply.

      "You said the call came from Amber's number?" the officer said, tapping his chin. He pointed at Amber, then the phone in her pocket.

       Billy cackled. She's your top suspect, bastard.

      "So?" Amber scoffed. "We know he called on my phone before when he attacked Tara."

         Richie rolled his eyes. "Or, and I'm just spit–balling here...you're the killer." Billy rolled his eyes. This was his tactic. The original Ghostface tactic.

     "Where were you when all this happened?" That Freeman girl's nothing but a liar.

      "I was...watching Netflix."

        Olive knew he was lying. There was no way someone was just watching Netflix in a hospital with the first attempted victim of the latest Ghostface killer. She stared at her phone, the unknown number ringing silently on her lock screen.

Billy sat beside her, crossing his legs on the table. Time for daddy to come getcha, little Riley. Six more days and you're back to mommy. He twirled her hair around, causing her to look up in a panic.

"Is my dad coming?" The officer gave her a sad look.

He knelt down in front of her, like she was some little girl instead of thirteen. She was grown up (not). "He's coming to get you, little lady. I called him. He should be on his way."

Olive wanted him to come faster. One more minute in the hospital with the impending threat of a killer over her head and she might just let them kill her.

The officer led her to another room, where she could be left waiting for her father. Olive feared for her life. No matter how what Billy said, she could feel herself growing sicker. Her head hurt. All she wanted was her parents and a long hug.

Her father clattered into the room, with angry eyes. He touched her cheeks before tugging her into a long, warm hug. She hid her face in his shoulder. Olive knew it was slightly embarrassing, but she needed her father right now. Billy gagged behind her, but had a smile on his face.

        "They called me," Olive whispered, tugging on his jacket. "They were gonna get me." He only shushed her, rubbing the back of her head with his hands. "I don't want to die." Olive meant it, with every fiber of her being. Her body shook. Crying in front of people wasn't her best moment, especially in front of her father.

     Dewey pressed a kiss to the top of her head."You're not going to die, Olive. We're gonna go home, and get this figured out." Olive didn't believe him. Because she knew she was next. This wasn't a fair game anymore.

      Olive Riley–Weathers was going to die. This Ghostface was going to make sure of it.

new chapter !!!!!!! i have finished act one and im js posted pre written chapters for suspense :3 also can u tell I really really love Dewey Riley