SHUT UP SIMON --- an interactive reader insert

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"Are you still there ma'am?"  The dispatcher asked, concerned. "Is someone hurt?"

Heather peeked around the corner to see the masked man, searching. 

She quietly crawled away. Tears stained her cheeks. 

She got up to her feet and leaned against the wall. 

She slowly shuffled, her back against the wall, and turned her head. 

GASP

Her breath shuddered as her face met with a fake skull prop sitting on a shelf.  Her breath was shaky. She reeked of sweat and tears. Fear taking over her body. One wrong move...And it would all go to shit. 

She looked around, finding no one, she left the wall and made her way to the front of the shop. But...All of a sudden someone grabbed her from behind. She screamed as she struggled to break free, the culprit keeping her in a headlock. He slashed her stomach right before she pushed him off and began running.

She struggled to run, going in and out of consciousness. Her eyelids were going heavy. 

She ran into the back door, attempting to push it open. She was panting, afraid. No matter how much force she put into pushing the door it wouldn't budge, she gave up and continued to run.

She slowly made her way through the store, peering over the shelves. Trying to find him. The man in the mask. 

She sunk to the floor, clutching her stomach, trying to let the least amount of blood leave her body.  He walked closer and closer, knife in hand. There was nothing she could do. Absolutely. Nothing. 

She looked around, trying to find something to help her in any way. Her eyes landed on the many dolls, similar to Jasmine. God, she hoped Ryan was okay.  

The killer scanned the shelves looking for her. He could smell her. The sweet smell of the blood. He came across a closet with a bead curtain, assuming Heather was in there, opened it stabbing Heather-Wait, no. That wasn't Heather... It was... An inflatable doll!? 

Where was she!?

"Hey!" Heather said as he swiftly turned around.

CRASH

 Heather hit the killer across the head with a lava lamp. She dropped the lamp, dashing towards the front door. 

 She gasped for her breath as she let out wails of pain into the empty mall, the sound echoed across the walls. She was almost there. She could see the doors. She was so close to freedom. She could see (name) again, maybe even Ryan. 

"Help! HELP!" She ran past tables, and she spotted a coworker of hers dead, sitting at a table.  She tripped over her feet. 

There he was. The killer. The man in the mask. Surviving the lava lamp, he ran towards her. The knife in his hands bloody from his victims. 

"HELP!" She screamed. But no one could hear her. She was alone... He ran up behind her and stabbed her in the back. They both fell to the floor as she screamed.  

Her blood wiped across the floor, staining it. She screamed as she tried to crawl away. But it was no use. She was a helpless girl in a horrible situation. 

The killer turned her onto her back. Her screams echoing across the mall. And with one stab to the chest, she screamed. She ripped off the man's mask to reveal...

"Ryan?" Blood splattered from her mouth. " Please! It's me. IT'S ME!" 

BAM

He fell to the ground beside her, bullet to the head. And just like that, they were both gone. 

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⚠️READ THIS, ITS IMPORTANT⚠️

hi.

so one day I was like, I'm going to reread my book that got a strange amount of attention even though I wrote it in the 8th grade and got the entire timeline wrong and added some details in there that weren't even canon. Like who told me the drink was orange juice? no one. I just decided it was cause it looked kind of orange.  

And that day was today. A lot-- and I mean A LOT-- of you were unhappy about y/n being the most basic y/n to ever live.

Like... I was adopted by one direction y/n. So I am here to improve that and maybe write more just. for. you.

And, like I said, the timeline was off. I was mentioning how her counselor gave her a book to help with her sister's death even though it happened the night before the events in the movie. Did the counselor spawn into her room, sensing that her sister died before ANYONE knew and gave her a journal...? idk man but it doesn't make sense.

Also, after the part where she hugged Simon at the grocery store, I implied that after that WEEKS had passed when it wasn't even 24 hours... like...girl😀. 

I will not make her as sensitive. ( ALSO SOMEONE SAID SHE'S THE TYPE OF Y/N TO SING FIGHT SONG SHDGHSHSHSHS) And the only reason I did was so that Simon was concerned about her and you got some fluff.

I wasn't gonna change anything in this chapter but the amount of times I called the doll a sex doll was getting on my nerves and making me uncomfrotable.

ALSO , you simps, I will not be having a smut scene ( like...the one where everyone DOES IT in the school) because it makes me uncomfortable 😀. Maybe a spicy makeout scene but it won't go past that. also he's a minor and that makes me even MORE uncomfortable.

SO yeah. please tell me if the orange juice is still in the chapter because omg it must die. Look forward to a much better fic, thank for reading!

UPDATE 2:

okay so I unpublished everything besides the prolougue because I wanted to and I couldn't control my impulses. I'm also changing (name) into an adoptive sister to Heather because not everyone looks like her and I hate when other people decide what I look like in fics so you must too.

I know I promised more updates but school, work and mental health has gotten in the way 😍😍. So I'm going to work on that because I'm in another wattpad phase were i'm gonna read everything in my library all over again and then think i'm Stephen King which will lead me to write a chapter( this happens once a month).

Anywho enjoy the one word I changed in this chapter 🙂