Hey guys i am so incredibly sorry that i have not updated this story in what seems like forever, and in truth it has been forever. So here is my next chapter and i hope you all like it . :)

Sidney's POV

I sigh and run a hand through my hair as I watch Kirby retreat into herself, but I know there is nothing I can do or say at this point. After the news I gave her I didn't expect anything less.

I hear a gentle knock at the door and then Dewy steps inside the hospital room.

"Hey Sid."

"Dewey."

"I take it you told her what happened?"

"Yeah I did but you wouldn't believe what she said about why she was still alive."

Dewey looks at me confused. "What did she say Sid?"

"While Gale and I were doing some investigating into who the killers were we went to the school's Cinema Club, led by Robbie Mercer and Charlie Walker. It was something Charlie said about how to survive a horror movie in today's world and the only sure fire way is if you are gay."

Dewey's eyebrows scrunch together and he looks even more confused. "Are you saying that Kirby's gay?"

I sigh, of course that would be the thing he would seize out of the whole thing. "No Dewey, that's not what I am saying. I think she is just trying to rationalize how out of everyone she is the only one alive."

Giving Kirby one last look I drag Dewey out of her room and into the hallway of the hospital. "Dewey, I'm not saying anything either way and it's not my place to either. I do however know that Kirby will need someone to talk to or be there for her when she is finally ready to open up."

Dewey nodded, "We already have a shrink lined up for her when she gets out."

I look at him exasperated, "You know when people say, "I know how you feel" but you know they're just saying that because they really have no fucking idea how you feel? That's exactly how it will feel for Kirby by sending her to see a shrink because no one does, except for a few select people like me, you and Gale. So I've decided to stay in Woodsboro and offer my help that is if she will take it."

With that I turn and walk off leaving Dewey to stare after me with a baffled expression.

I come back to the hospital the next day to pay a visit to Kirby, and I find her sitting up in bed. She looks up when she hears me enter the room.

"Hey Kirby."

"Sidney."

A tense silence fills the air and for a moment I don't know what to do so I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"I am so sorry about your friends. "

Kirby's head pops up at that and with a sad smile she replies, "I'm sorry about your publicist and Kate."

There is a beat when it seems that we both are lost in our memories but then Kirby fixes me with a curious expression. "How do you handle it? People staring at you all the time?"

I can't help but smile at that, "People stare?"

I watch as Kirby looks down at her lap, totally withdrawn, nothing like the girl I met when I first came back to town.

"I don't think I can handle that kind of attention Sidney. I feel like it would take over my life, and it already has. I'm the lone survivor of a horrible massacre, so everyone wants to know about me and my life. I thought high school scrutiny was bad but having the whole world know my story and scrutinize me is so much worse. I don't know what to do."

I look at this poor girl, lying in her hospital bed and know I have to do something, I can't not do something.

"What I do is I try not to think about me. I have people and things I care about, I focus on them. And the rest, well it works out."

As I speak I grab Kirby's hand lightly, sitting down on the bed as I do, to let her know that I'm here for her.

The conversation between us lulls and in realizing I had a conversation almost exactly like this with Jill a cold shiver runs down my spine. Kirby notices this and grips my hand a little tighter.

"Sidney? What's wrong?"

I shake my head not wanting to tell her but I know she is going to ask me again.

"Sidney please tell me, what's wrong?"

I hang my head but still leave my hand in hers before answering. "It's nothing; I just had a conversation very similar to this one with Jill.

Kirby's POV

When Jill's name passes Sidney's lips I recoil, pulling away from her as if burned. The thought of Jill as the main perpetrator in all of this still sits badly with me, like greasy fast food. I look anywhere but Sidney knowing she was probably slightly wounded by the fact I pulled away from her, but I can't help it. All of that horror is still fresh in my mind, and while I love the fact that Sidney is here with me, comforting me it's not something I can easily forget about.

I look down unable to meet Sidney's eyes that is until she softly calls my name.

"Kirby?"

I look up and meet her brown eyes that are radiating a kind of warmth but also sadness.

"Sorry Sidney, this is all just so hard to take. I was friends with Jill and to find out she planned all of this, even planned to kill me. To think the person that I was in love with wanted me dead for her fifteen minutes of fame! It has left me feeling like I can never trust anyone ever again."

I look at Sidney and see shock written across her face, and I realize what I said would leave anyone reeling but particularly since Jill was her cousin.

I run a hand shakily through my short cropped hair, "I'm sorry you shouldn't have had to have heard that. God I don't know what I was thinking!"

I drop my head into my hands and cover my eyes, just wishing that all of this would go away.

I'm startled from the whirling thoughts running rampant through my head, by a hand slowly pulling my own away from my face.

I find Sidney looking at me unshed tears pooling in her eyes. "Oh Kirby." The words are uttered quietly while a pair of soft arms wrap around me, comforting.

I breathe in and the light scent of vanilla and a scent that is decidedly Sidney fills my nose. If I had any choice in the matter I would stay here forever if I could.

Yes i know its a cliffhanger and i totally suck for doing that but it had to be done. I hope you all like this and let me know how you all like this. :)