Sick Love- GhostfaceXreader

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Narrator :

Y/N was always the likable type of girl. All though she seemed popular she only had a few friends, and thats all she wanted. She had been living in Woodsboro for a year now.

Present :

I hurried down the hallway trying to get to my last class before i was late. I finally made it to my class and opened the door quickly as i swooshed in. I stared at the teacher then the whole class.

"Your late Y/N." I groaned and rolled my eyes at her words.

"No shit i'm late! You think i didn't hurry down here?" I snapped back. I could see her eyebrows furrow and her eyes now wide.

"I was going to give you one day of detention, but now thats two. Sit down!" She shouted. I huffed quietly as i walked to my assigned seat. I sat down and put my books away grabbing a piece of paper and pen.

"Y/N." I heard a whisper. I looked to the side of me to see my friend snapping her fingers to get my attention.

"What?" I said as i leaned over a bit more towards her.

"Have you seen Emma?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Emma? Emma Caitlin? Monse you know i don't talk to her." As Monse was about to speak again.. We were quickly interrupted.

"Miss Monse! Do you want detention with Y/N here?!" She yelled. Monse was the type to be really mean.. Even if someone complimented her. Monse turned her head towards Mrs Green and opened her mouth.

"Yes! I'll take detention with her any day, this place is a rotting shit hole!" Mrs Greens eyes became wide once again.

"How about this, BOTH OF YOU GET OUT!!" She screamed. Monse quickly grabbed her books and began to storm out. I grabbed mine as well and quickly followed close behind. As we exited the room and closed the door back Monse looked back at me.

"I- Ugh.. Let's just go to the bathroom. I'll tell you on the way." She said as now began walking to the bathroom.

"So.. What about Emma?" She shook her head.

"No one's seen her in days." I chuckled quietly at her words.

"So what? She could just be skipping." Monse stepped in front of me making me stop in my tracks.

"For three days?" I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

"I don't pay attention to her Monse. Shes not my problem." I said pushing her softly out my way and continuing my walk to the bathroom.

"I mean.. I hate that stupid whore with all my gut, but it just seems weird." Monse said as we walked into the bathroom and set our stuff down. I shrugged as i fixed my hair in the mirror.

"This is serious! What if its.. What if it's him again?!" She shouted. I rolled my eyes as i continued with my hair.

"Since when did you take shit serious Mons?" She was quiet on that one. Suddenly the bell rang.

"Ill see you tomorrow Mons. Don't stress it. Ghostface is dead." I chuckled as i exited the bathroom as the halls began crowding. I eventually made it through the cluster of people and opened my locker putting my stuff away and closing it back, then i made my way to the doors.

High school was definitely a workout, but i only come for my friends and the free food. Although the food sucks sometimes. I looked around outside for my parents car and quickly spotted my mom. I happily walked over to the car and got in. But something was off. She stared straight ahead.

"We need to talk when we get home." My heart sank. What could i have done? I haven't done nothing.. Except for the detention but she never cared about that. Neither did my dad. But her face was pale.

The car ride was silent. As we made it home i got out and looked at her.

"Mom. Whats wrong?" I spoke up. She just looked at me, then walked into the house. I followed her in. My dad was on the couch watching the news. She turned to me.

"A girl in your school was killed and.. Oh.." She looked like she was about to be sick.

"Emma Caitlin. She was found last night.. Hanging by a tree.. Her insides were pouring out of her along with multiple stab wounds." My dad spoke up as he stared at the TV then back at me. No..

"S-So.. What does that mean..? Theres another fucking killer on the loose?" My mom's eyes widened.

"Language!" She shouted, but her expression immediately softened. "..But.. Yes." I felt sick to my stomach. I never talked to that girl.. Only once. We said a few words and walked off.

"Look, the station is already investigating into it. They only found a piece of evidence there." I tilted my head a bit. I could feel my body shaking.

"A Ghostface mask."

After that talk with my mom and dad.. Monse was right, and i've never thought or admitted it but here i am. Admitting it. She knew something was wrong. As i sat in my bed my phone dinged. I looked down at it to see Monses text pop up. I grabbed my phone and opened it.

"Did you guys hear the news?!" The text read. There were three other people in the group chat. Ethan, Madison, and Aaron. I pressed the call button quickly and waited for someone to answer. Monse was the first, then Madison, then Aaron.. And lastly Ethan. He was always the last to answer.

"I fucking told you something was wrong Y/N!" Monse hissed over the phone. I scoffed.

"What did you want me to think Monse?! I didn't think she was going to show up on the news dead!" I shouted.

"Fuck that.. Did.. Did you guys see what the person did to her body?" Ethan mumbled quietly but enough to where we could hear him.

"They gutted her insides out.. Stabbed her in multiple places in ways that.. That shouldn't even be mentioned!" Aaron said quickly.

"She was hanging by a rope by her neck on a tree.." Monse spoke up. I shook my head.

"My.. My mom said they found only a piece of evidence. A Ghostface mask." I heard Ethan gasp loudly then he chuckled.

"Thats who you think it is?" He laughed.

"Shut the fuck up Ethan! We don't even know if the original killer is DEAD!" Ethan instantly shut his mouth.

"..Your right. I don't think they ever announced the killer being dead.. Well.. There was actually two killers. Stu Macher and Billy Loomis." None of them rung a bell.. This was all so stressful.

"He's back. You guys can't deny it." Monse said as she choked on her words.

"I-Im going to bed.. I..I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." I mumbled.

"Wait- Y/N!" Aaron said but it was too late. I hung up. I placed my phone face down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

A Ghostface mask.. The gutting.. It had to be him. He was back. But how?