Summary: Set after Sidney has been released from the hospital after Scream 4. It had been a week since recovering from the near fatal injuries Jill had inflicted on her. Sidney is staying at her father's house, when suddenly she gets something in the mail that is both very unexpected, and very unwanted...

*I own nothing related to the Scream franchise. I wish I owned Billy. But alas, wishful thinking. So basically nothing is mine except for the ideas of this story and blah blah blah.*

This is also my first FanFic. Woo! So let me know what you think. Questions, comments, concerns…. I don't bite. Unless you're Billy or Stu.

Chapter 1:

"It's over... It's really over," Sidney said to herself, her voice dripping with relief.

It had been a week since she was released from the hospital. She was still beyond astonished that Jill had been the one behind everything this time around.

Then again, anything seemed possible at this point after all that has happened in the past.

Sidney had been staying at her father's house and childhood home since her release from the hospital. She glanced around her room. Nothing had changed - it looked identical as it had when she was a teen; identical as it did prior to the death of her mother. All of the band posters, pictures depicting the happy times in her life, and a stuffed Hobbes from "Calvin and Hobbes". It looked just as it did before she had departed Woodsboro for college. After the attempted ruthless murder by her ex-love, Billy Loomis.

Something in her brain clicked as that name floated around her already thickly clouded brain. He had been her first love, and the first and only person she had ever made love to. She thought about taking that step with Derek, but it just didn't seem right at the time. If he had lived after all that chaos, she would have in a heartbeat.

She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Derek - and before the whole incident with Billy, him. Though she had learned early on things never seemed to go her way. The only constants in her life for over the past decade, have been Dewey Riley and Gale Weathers (Of whom she was not a fan of at first, to say the very least). Both have constantly risked their lives to keep her safe from harm. Battle wounds covered their bodies, as proof of their selfless loyalty. They were undoubtedly, the greatest people of whom she has ever met. If only Tatum and Randy were here, she thought morosely. She missed the both of them quite terribly. If only her mom were here… She missed her the most, even though she had been unknowing to her mothers' deeds, she was still her mom and nothing would break the chain of the love between mother and daughter.

Sidney sighed and arose from her bed, ready to start her day. She walked to her window out of habit, and took a quick glance out of it. She saw a figure standing outside, just staring in at her through her window. She blinked and shook her head in an attempt to focus, but just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. The figure had seemed vaguely familiar, but then again, it was only a split second that she had seen him. She assumed it had only been her mind playing tricks on her.

Paranoia always seemed to invade her every thought after another incident. She laughed sharply and bitterly at that thought. Just as she had been able to face the world again – to talk about what happened – something went awry. Not that it surprised her all that much.

She decided to take a shower, but beforehand she did her usual ritual of looking behind the shower curtain, in the cabinets, and behind the door. Nothing murderous popped out at her, so she locked the door and let the hot steamy water wash away all her thoughts, though it never seemed to work properly. She got out of the shower, relaxed as she could ever be at that moment, and got dressed and went downstairs to get a bite to eat.

Her father had reluctantly left the night before on business. He really did not want to leave, but Sid knew he had to and urged him to leave with the promise of calling every night to reassure him of her safety. Sid hated feeling like a burden upon the remaining family she had, along with her two closest friends.

She especially hated feeling like a weak and helpless victim. Like many of the female leads in horror movies. She was usually strong Sidney Prescott, but she couldn't help but feel a spark of depression and vulnerability at losing a majority of her family this time around.

She popped in a piece of bread in the toaster, and went outside to quickly check the mail to see if anything of importance came.

Sidney opened the lid of the mailbox, and the only thing there was an old tattered piece of white blood stained cloth that had seemingly been ripped carelessly off of a shirt. Sidney furrowed her brows wondering where this had come from and who could have placed it there, when suddenly it hit her like the force from a hurricane.

Billy had always worn a white t-shirt.

And he had been the night she and Gale had shot him dead.

Sid dropped the piece of cloth and stood there in absolute shock. She could have been standing there for seconds, minutes or hours. She wasn't entirely sure which. When she came to her senses, she picked up the cloth and slowly walked backwards towards the house, keeping her eyes on the mailbox.

Finally, she turned around and ran into the safety of her home. Or at least, that is what she had hoped it would be.