Scream- Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott.
A/n: it def isn't a romantic ship. TRUST ME.
Warnings: Anxiety Attacks, PTSD, Trauma, slight...somno? I guess? no sexual actions but there is kissing sooo.
Sidney was desperate for a way to sleep. She hadn't slept in two days. Her nightmares getting worse and worse. It was almost like she was hallucinating sometimes. Seeing small figures in the corner of her eye every time she was alone in her house. She was safe. She had to remind herself that every time she reset the house alarm and locked all the doors and windows. She had never been the same after the attack from Mickey and Mrs.Loomis. She knew it and so did gale and Dewey. They were worried about her. Even though she insisted she just needed time to heal.
She was drowning. It felt like her lungs were burning from all the darkness and blood she swam in now.
She had gone to get the mail when she found a small package. The sender is unknown. Of course, it was suspicious. Making sure to check it first before slowly opening it at her kitchen table. What was inside the small box made her heart drop and her stomach churn.
It stared back at her with cold black eyes. She slowly picked it up and just stared. Feeling numb as she felt the cold plastic and black fabric in her hands. It was slightly yellowed with age. A small dab of red on the top of the white face. She knew this mask. More importantly who it had belonged to. The same sparkling fabric as the one Billy and Stu wore. Who would give her something like this? It made her sick. But mostly she felt cold. A shiver ran through her as she squeezed the mask and then dropped it back into the box and walked away from it. Running a hand through her hair and trying to calm her breathing as she felt a small attack coming.
They usually never came this fast. She took slow deep breaths and centered herself. Five things you can see. The table, a picture of her and dad, the coffee maker, the dirty dishes, and the dish rag. She took a breath. Four things you can feel…she slowly went to work touching the fabric of her pants and the cold floor and the wall. Anything she could before walking through the rest of the steps. Three things you can hear, her dog, the sound of the laundry machine going, and birds. Two things you can smell. Coffee, clean laundry. She sighed softly. Slowly grounding herself as she crouched and sat on the kitchen floor. Her dog Cherokee walked up happily to her and got up in her space and leaned on her. She rubbed her fluffy coat and smiled slightly. “Hey girl..” she mumbled.
She was back on her feet after the attack had passed, but she was tired. She looked over at the box on her table and glared at it. Feeling its evil just radiating off it. She could just call Dewey, and have him take back the evidence that should be sitting in the Woodsboro police station. But it was like something was telling her not to. She had a hand on her landline phone and then slowly moved it away. She was so tired…she could just do it tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.
She had gotten to bed early, having left the box in its place on the kitchen table. The whole time she got ready for bed she felt like eyes were on her. No matter what she did. She sighed and got into bed. Cherokee jumped up and joined her. She absent-mindedly pet her golden coat of fur and fell asleep.
In her dream, it almost felt real. She could feel strong hands touching her. Gently brushing against her cheek and moving hair out of her eyes. She couldn't open her eyes. They were heavy with sleep. Feeling the calloused hands move down her body and lifting up her shirt. She finally could open her eyes. Seeing a very familiar man sitting on her bed. Looking at her with those deep brown eyes of his. His face is unreadable. She was going to scream but he put a hand to her mouth. It felt ice cold against her lips.
“Shh shh…don't scream. Not yet..” he mumbled. Looking her over before looking back into her eyes, as if he were relishing in the fear he saw in them. “It's been a while Sid… what's the matter, looks like you've seen a ghost,” he said in a teasing tone. Grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him as she tried to look away.
“You aren't real. You…you aren't real” she said in a pathetic tone. Trying to convince herself to just wake up.
“Oh, I'm real...I'm very real. And I'm here” he said and leaned forward. He captured her lips in a long kiss, his lips were cold against hers as he gripped her face. She made a soft noise, whimpering and trying to move. It was like her body was being held down by a huge weight. He finally parted and let out a satisfied moan. A wolfish sadistic grin spread on his face as he rested his forehead against hers and grazed his lips against hers.
“You still taste the same…I promise we are going to have so much fun” he said. In a snap, it was as if his appearance changed. He was covered in blood. Shot wounds to his chest, stab wounds, and a bullet wound to the head. He looked at her with cold eyes and blood on his lips and teeth. She tensed and closed her eyes tight not wanting to look anymore.
“Just fuck off!!” she yelled. Suddenly sitting up from her bed in a cold sweat. She looked around, grabbing the gun from her bedside table. she was alone.
All she could taste was blood on her lips.
