Scream One Shot

In the midst of a massacre, you assumed the Lakewood community would come together to support one another but instead they were trying to tear each other down. You had no idea who started it, but someone had created a poll and shared it across the whole school and town, voting on who they would rather see as the next victim of the Lakewood Slasher, Emma or Brooke. It hadn't gone unnoticed that it was your friend group who were the central targets of the killer, and of the initial group of friends, only those two stood and it could be one of them next. Both of them and everyone else was aware of that fact, but it was completely unnecessary to vote on who people wanted to see die.

It was a landslide lose to Brooke being the chosen victim, not that you believed the killer would be swayed by the poll, having a clear plan of action either way. You didn't want either of them to be victimised, by the cruel teens that made the poll nor the killer, but as Brooke was your girlfriend, you had a slight bias.

As soon as you saw the poll, you rushed to her house, using the spare key you had to let yourself into the house and heading straight up to her room, calling out so that she knew it was you who was in her home.

In her room you found Brooke laying on her bed, hugging one of her pillows, silently crying. You hated seeing her like that.

"Brooke," you whispered, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"People want me to die," she croaked.

"That stupid poll doesn't matter," you assured her. "People love you."

She rolled over to look at you, a pained yet stern expression on her face.

"You don't vote for people that you love to die."

You couldn't imagine how hurt she felt. It was a heartless thing for people to do, especially at a time where everyone had to stay so hyper aware of the killer that was on the loose.

"Well, I love you, and I'm not going anywhere, poll or not," you smiled weakly. "The whole town is full of idiots, and we've just got to graduate then we can get out of this place."

You wrapped your arms around her, letting her sob onto your chest.

"If we live that long."

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Written by Charlotte.

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