Two months later
It was the beginning of July and for Kirby Reed, she honestly never expected to spend the summer following her senior year like this. The town was just starting to finally settle down with what had happened. The media had really died down and there seemed to be less and less press every day. Still, Jill and Charlie's murders seemed to be the new hot story that hit nearly every newspaper almost every week. Kirby had caught a few day time television shows talking about how these slasher movies honestly did effect the teenagers of today. Everyone seemed to want to pick apart why Jill had snapped and why she had gone so far for fame.
Kirby tried her hardest to ignore it.
Her class had graduated, There was a tribute for the ones who died...
Jenny
Marnie
Olivia
Robbie
And Trevor
They of course left out Jill and Charlie.
Kirby heard that there was an uproar at the school after what happened. Jill and Charlie's lockers had been spray painted KILLER among other things. There had been a few meetings at the school board but they decided the best way to handle this was to just let the year finish out. Jill and Charlie had been very well liked students. They knew a lot of people and were somewhat popular. Jill were in a lot of activities, and Charlie had been the head of cinema club. Kirby heard a lot of people had been talking, almost everyone had known them,...and had no idea they were insane killers...
Kirby stayed away from it. Prom hadn't been exactly the turn out they expected it to be. In fact the school had been wondering if they should cancel it or not. Finally it ended up happening and from what Kirby heard it was the lowest turn out in years. Graduation happened and they yet again had a moment of silence for those who had been killed. Kirby didn't go. Instead everything had been sent in the mail. Her mother took her things from the locker and told her few friends who still wondered that she was doing much better.
High school was now over.
It seemed so unreal.
Kirby had been spending a lot of time with her mother and stepfather at home. She went out once in a while but lately she had just been hanging out around the house. She slept a lot which worried her mother. Mostly during the day she would just sit there and zone out. This house seemed to hold so many painful memories.
She wondered what graduation would have been if things had been different. She would day dream about her group of friends all laughing posed in their caps and gowns...
Instead she was alone.
One day she decided to finally check her facebook. Sighing she sat down and couldn't believe how many messages were in her Inbox. Most was span or outside people, a few from her friends asking if she was okay and that they were thinking about her.
She scanned her wall, sighing as she deleted most of the comments. Part of her wanted to just delete her entire account. That's when she sighed and clicked on Jill and Charlie's facebook's.
Jill's default photo was taken last summer outside of her pool. She was posed laughing next to Kirby. On her page a million cruel comments were posted, horrible crude remarks from most of people who once called Jill her friend.
She then went to Charlie's.
This broke her heart.
Charlie's default was taken by Robbie most likely. He was flashing the peace sign outside of his locker. Kirby looked at his profile, it seemed so normal...his tastes, his quotes...his photos...
Then his wall was littered with the same trash Jill's was. She knew it was only a matter of time before both of the accounts were deleted. Staring at the wall, she clicked back on his photos and felt depressed. This was the same boy she had sex with. The same boy she had liked so much...
And the same boy who had tried to kill her.
Finally she shut her laptop feeling sick. Sitting back she held back tears. She was honestly going crazy here. All she was doing now was sitting in this house feeling trapped. Sitting and remembering all the painful memories, wondering what life would have been if it was different. She was putting on weight, and was no longer looking like herself. Most days she would just sleep, not wanting to wake up to the reality of it all.
Finally one day Kirby woke from another nightmare.
It was horrible.
She was dreaming that her and Charlie were having sex. In the dream they were on a huge white bed, surrounded by millions of plush soft pillows. In the dream Charlie had been gentle and slow and never before had her entire body felt like it was on pins and needles. She remembered gasping for breath, grabbing onto him feeling an orgasm come on when...
She awoke...
She felt dirty and awful for having these dreams...
Sitting up in bed she wiped her mouth, it was a hot summer morning and her AC was on full blast. Sitting up she felt dizzy before remembering the dream and feeling horrible. Sitting back she looked around her room before something happened. Her stomach turned and a horrible sour taste filled her throat. Right away Kirby felt sick to her stomach as she threw back her comforter and ran to her bathroom. Flinging open the door she ran and fell to her knees before throwing up. Her stomach lunged forward as her throat felt as if a million pieces of glass were cutting into her. She stained as she threw up a horrible sour tasting liquor and gagged. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and flushed before hanging her head down. Sweat was rolling down her forehead before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed loudly.
"Jesus..."
She mumbled.
Sitting back she sighed, this was the forth morning in a row that this had happened. She hadn't mentioned it to her mother yet since she suspected she was starting to get to flu. Lately she felt so tired, so worn out, so exhaustive. All she wanted to do was sleep and cry.
Sitting there on the cold bathroom floor, she knelt by the toilet before sitting back. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she lifted her shirt slightly and sighed staring at her scars. Her stomach was throbbing now after she strained her stomach so badly. Sitting back her stomach rolled as she slowly stood up and walked to her sink. Running the water, she leaned against the counter and cupped her hand before taking a mouthful of water in. Swishing it around, she spit before staring at her reflection.
She looked terrible.
There were purplish circles around her tired looking eyes. Her complexion was pale, and she needed a haircut. She no longer looked like the carefree teenager she was, now she looked as if the last two months had taken a horrible strain on her. She saw the many sleepless night, and says of just sitting alone thinking was showing on her face. She had gained maybe two or three extra pounds, and she looked as if she hadn't had a peaceful night's rest in months.
"Jesus I look forty years old..."
Kirby remembered in the movie Warlock, the lead character, a spunky fun girl like herself, was cruses and began aging twenty years a day. Standing there she found herself for the first time in what seemed like forever, gave a small dry laugh. That's how her face reminded her at this very moment. That's when she remembered in the original Nightmare On Elm Street that the lead actress looks at herself in a mirror and says "Jesus, I look twenty years old."She found some humor in this again before rubbing her face.
Here she was comparing how fucked up her life was to horror movies. What the hell was wrong with her? Standing back she tugged on her hair before shaking her head. This wasn't exactly how she thought she would be spending the summer.
Walking back in her room, she stared at her unmade bed. These dreams lately had really been getting to her. A few were just nightmares, some very vivid which would make her wake up with a start, scared out of her mind. Most of them were of Charlie dead, some of him raping her, others of the ghostface standing over her bed in the darkness watching her. The worst were the ones of just repeats, memories over and over again of him about to stab her and saying...
"Kirby, this is making a move."
The other dreams were just memories of him. Small flashes of her friends, most of them with Jill. Charlie was almost always there. They were just little memories replaying of happier times. A few were vague, one was them all walking into the school talking. This dream seemed so pleasant. In it she didn't know Jill and Charlie were crazy. Robbie and Olivia were alive, and she always would see Charlie. He would be smiling, talking with her, and sometimes it seemed as if he was really there.
A few of the dreams were of him and her having sex. These dreams made her wake up sweating and out of breath. These kind of dreams made her feel dirty and horrible. One dream got her the worst. It was Jill and Charlie standing together in her kitchen. She remembered in this dream running to them and grabbing Charlie by the shoulders. She would shake him, begging him not to do this. Not to kill anyone, to please just stop, that she wanted him alive! But as always she would wake up, tears rolling down her eyes.
She hated herself for all of this. What the hell was wrong with her? Charlie was a fucking psycho who was in love with Jill. Both were crazy and killed people.
He tried to kill her...
She wished she could just forget it all, and start over fresh.
Opening her closet, she went through her clothes before pulling down a halter top and a pair of jeans. Slowly changing, she ran her fingers through her hair before going to the bathroom again. Getting ready for the morning, she did everything slowly, one step at a time. For the first time in a while she put a little effort in getting ready before going back to her room. Getting her shoes on, she took her purse and sunglasses and went downstairs.
Her mother was in the kitchen making breakfast. Kirby eyed the kitchen floor with uneasy eyes before pulling a stool back and sitting down. Her mother seemed a little surprised to see her all ready dressed and so refreshing looking.
Her mother had been great these last two months. She was working at home, and spent so much time with Kirby. Their relationship before all of this had been good, but now she felt they were closer in an odd way. She knew her mother loved her very much, and had been very worried lately. Kirby spent most of her days either sleeping or sitting in the living room with her mother watching TV. They had gone out a few times, no place really local and went shopping or out for lunch. Kirby each time didn't really have the heart to enjoy herself. She knew the real reason why her mother didn't take her into town. She knew even though it had been two months, people were still curious.
She also knew her mother was worried to drive her around places where her memories were. Word had it that Sidney had put Jills house up for sale. Her mother mentioned that there had been a few offers and some doctor and his young wife were looking into living there. Olivia's mother was spending the summer at her mother's.
She really didn't know about Robbie's parents, but she had checked on day on his website. His facebook was covered in RIP's, and other little comments from people who had been his friend, or people who just wanted attention pretending to be nice. Looking at his facebook depressed her. She saw that Robbie's video log had been closed down. None of it had saved and most likely the police had something to do with that. The links were broken and the website seemed dead.
Kirby remembered going to bed early the night she checked that and just slept, wanting to just escape it all.
Her mother was really trying to make up for things. They spent a lot of time together as did her stepfather. Both were beyond worried, but Kirby honestly just wanted to sleep this summer away. She didn't want to go on vacation, she didn't to think about this up coming year, she just wanted to forget.
Now she sat there, dressed and for the first time since everything happened, looked a little refreshed and ready to face the day. Her mother smiled and offered her pancakes but Kirby said no. She said her stomach was upset.
Her mother asked if she was okay and she said fine. Pouring her daughter some orange juice, she asked if she was up to going to the doctor's today?
The same doctor who had removed her stitches, wanted to check the wounds, and how Kirby was doing. It seemed like a pain, but Kirby knew it was for her own good When she had been stabbed a few of her organs had been damaged and she had lost a lot of blood. Lately her mother had noticed how weak and tired Kirby had been acting. She was also nervous her daughter was depressed. This check out seemed like a good idea.
Her mother got ready a half an hour later and both drove to the hospital that warm and sunny day. While driving, her mother took the highway to avoid driving through town. As they drove, Kirby glanced down the rolling hills to a large house in the valley. It was Stu Marker's house.
Stu the second killer from the original Stab...and the murders back in 1996.
She had watched the original Stab a million times, and had read Gail Weather's books. She found it cool that all of this came from her own home town. She had driven past a few times along with Sidney's house, knowing that's where the murders had happened.
She had always wondered what that real night back in 1996 was really like? Now she had her own taste of it. Looking out the window she knew that Stu's parents still lived in town, as did Billy Loomis' father. She wondered how they dealt with it? Being parents of killers? The ones who had started this?
She understood why Charlie's parents were moving, it was too much to handle.
She had wanted to blame Sidney for the longest time. She was too young to remember the murders, but had remembered her mother watching the new reports after the second series of murder's at Sidney's college back in 1997. It wasn't until she watched the first Stab that she became obsessed with the series. Like so many people she was caught up with the craze.
She had rented and bought all the movies, and in her freshmen year of high school she read the books. She had gone to the websites, and began going to the Stabathons for the last two years. She thought it was awesome this had all come from her home town. That Jill, her best friend was cousin to Sidney. She was guilty of thinking it was cool her town was known for something, and didn't see that this was the hometown where horrible things had happened, and people...young people has lost their life's. It was a tragedy, and these people's loved ones and families still had to live here and deal with it.
Did she want to blame Sidney's mother, or her brother? Of course...but there were so many people to blame...and she knew the ones she should blame was Jill and Charlie themselves.
She hated it.
She just wanted to stop feeling sorry for herself and just have reality finally hit her. The boy she liked and her best friend were crazy. They killed her friends, and had tried to kill her.
She had lived...
Feeling the cold A.C blowing against her, Kirby switched on the radio and just day dreamed until they reached the hospital.
Once there the doctor had brought them into his office and Kirby sat in the back room while her mother waited. She knew that the doctor and her were really talking. She knew how worried her mother had been and suspected she was depressed. Maybe she was right? Kirby honestly could see herself being depressed. But she knew a pill couldn't fix it. She was here, and would just have to deal with it, no matter how alone she felt.
The doctor had finally came in, he was a middle aged gentle man who had treated her and had dark kind eyes. He had asked how Kirby was doing, patting hr shoulder before asking her a few questions.
Have you been sleeping well?
How does your stomach feel?
You're mother says you've been sleeping a lot?
Kirby tried not to sound depressed, she was honest with him as much as she could and admired she had just felt sorta sick lately. She talked about throwing up, and how weak and tried she felt. The doctor listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and then made her lay back and check her scars. He said they were healing fine.
That's when he asked when her last period was?
Kirby laid there for a second trying to think. She had stopped taking the pill after she got out of the hospital. She had simply forgot and hadn't been to the drug store to get it refilled. She knew she didn't need it now. Thinking, she remembered it was...
She thought and that's when it hit her, she became nervous.
"I...don't remember..."
The doctor nodded.
"Most likely stress, but let's run you're blood to make sure everything is okay."
Kirby sat up.
"Is that normal?"
"The blood test?"
"No, me not getting my period."
"Are you sexual active?"
Kirby felt embarrassed as she stumbled over her words.
"I...was...but I was on the pill."
'You went off it after you came to the hospital?"
She nodded.
"All right, when was the last time you had sex?"
Kirby seemed a little taken a back by this question before she felt dizzy. How could she have been so stupid? Her and Charlie was all she seemed to be able to think about. Now those few minutes in her stepfather's study seemed to come back at her. She remembered standing against the wall, her arms wrapped around Charlie.
Inhaling the faint scent of his body wash or cologne, feeling his hair brush against her, his warm breath in her ear...
How he was fumbling and nervous. How she knew this was his first time. How awkward and quick it all was. How she felt him enter her and how amazing it felt. How she had clutched onto him as he tried to move. He thrusted into her and this dull throbbing feeling kept filling her made her feel like the beginning of something that was going to happen. But before her body was able to adjust, she remembered how quickly it had ended. How she felt warmth going down her legs and how quickly he pulled out. Embarrassed, and unable to look at her.
She remembered feeling him pull out and a sense of emptying went through her as he fumbled with his jeans and walked out as she called after him. At the moment she thought he was just embarrassed, but now looking back...he was most likely just playing an act. He had left on purpose. He most likely had a huge grin on his face as he walked away or a look of utter disgust. Kirby honestly did think that Charlie had liked her. Maybe that was another reason why part of him had done what he did.
Maybe to him, he honestly did feel bitter about her not coming around for so long. When they first knew each other growing up he was just another boy. Somebody she played with, and somebody she teased. They got closer in the same circle of friends in high school and he was just Robbie's sidekick. She hated that it had taken herself all that time to finally notice him. To see how cute and sweet he appeared to be, But yet again maybe this was just all an act?
She remembered him saying
"Four years of classes together and you just notice me? It's too late you stupid bitch!"
She remembered how shaken his words had been, and how in utter disbelief as the shock of pain hit her, she clung onto him saying his name before he threw her down.
He had been disgusted.
She didn't exactly know what went down between Jill and him. How long this had taken them, when they discovered they wanted to go ahead with it, and what had driven them to be insane and kill in cold blood. She knew nobody would.
Had they been in love? No, they couldn't have...Jill killed him without a second thought, just using him for his strength and brains. She had heard Jill stabbed him without even a second thought. She wondered how shocked and betrayed he felt at that exact moment? As stunned as she had been when he threw her to the ground?
She knew Jill had been about fame, wanting to be the soul survivor...Charlie had just wanted the story to go as he always wanted.
Randy gets the girl...
She knew Charlie hadn't had any girlfriends before, but even though she had teased him about being a dork, he really was cool. He was cute, smart, and loved movies. He had his whole life ahead of him. She was sure there were plentifully of girls who would have dated him.
She didn't want to make this about herself, but what if she hadn't waited. What if she had made the first move and they got together? Would Charlie have still wanted to kill?
These were all questions and thoughts that went through her mind in just a matter of seconds. She remembered the feeling of Charlie inside of her, and he had came and the warmth that followed. How empty she felt when he left, and then how scared she was no that much later when she saw him tied to that chair outside.
She thought about not having her period and how she had been sick. Panic jumped into her heart.
"Doctor, could I be...pregnant?"
The doctor stared at her before shaking his head.
"We'll run some tests and blood, I'm sure it's just stress hon, you've been through a lot."
He patted her on the shoulder again before softly smiling and leaving the room. The first thought that jumped into Kirby's mind was like a loud alarm with flashing lights...
Pregnant!
No, she couldn't be. There was no way, she was just seventeen and her and Charlie...
No, it was only once and it didn't even last that long...
That's when she knew how stupid she was being. She just didn't want to believe it. Charlie and her had sex, even if it was just once, and even if it ended as quick as it began. He still finished, and as much as she didn't want to believe...that was the way you got pregnant.
She didn't want to believe this, but it was true. What was her mother going to think? She thought of how angry everyone would be, most of all on top of everything. She had sex with Charlie Walker, one of the killers.
The same boy who had tried to kill her.
She could just see everybody finding out, her stomach turned again and by the time the nurse came in, she was crying. She had tried to calm herself down before she asked if she could see her mother. The nurse seemed confused but hurried out of the room right away. Within seconds her mother came in, her eyes concerned. She was just in the middle of putting a paperback novel in her purse that she had been reading the the waiting room.
"Baby what is it?"
Kirby wiped her eyes, the little makeup she had put on began to run. Staring at her mother, she didn't want to be a disappointment. She had been so supportive, how could she have done this and break her heart? Sniffling, she fumbled her words and told the mother the truth.
"Mom...I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
She came over before Kirby felt herself shake, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Mamma, I slept with Charlie."
Her mother looked stunned.
"What?"
Kirby nodded as more tears rolled down her face.
"I'm so sorry mamma..."
"Charlie...Walker?"
"Yeah..."
"When?"
"That...night."
"Oh Kirby..."
Her voice sounded disappointed. Kirby felt crushed, there were a million things she wanted to say, instead she just cried harder.
"Did he...rape you?"
Kirby shook her head.
"No, it was...before everything happened. I really thought he liked me mamma."
"Oh Kirby...you're pregnant aren't you?"
Hearing this out loud made Kirby hate herself, she continued crying and shook her head.
"I...don't know..."
Her mother then reached over, gently brushing back her daughter's bangs.
"Are you late?"
Kirby nodded.
"Did he wear a condom?"
"No..."
"Jesus..."
"Mom...I was on the pill I..."
"Did the doctor say anything?"
"He...w-wants me to run some blood and take a pregnancy test. He said it might just be stress..."
Her mother seemed disappointed yet forgiving, she sighed and continuance brushing her daughter's hair back.
"Well. We'll get this figured out. I knew something was wrong honey. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to be upset..."
"Oh honey, I love you more than life itself. I almost lost you...no matter what it is you can always come to me."
Kirby cried harder as her mother held her, kissing her head and telling her everything would be all right. After a few minutes, the nurse came back in and drew some of Kirby's blood. Her mother held her hand the entire time and as Kirby watched the syringes fill up, she saw the dark blood and felt sick. A few minutes later the nurse came in and said the doctor ordered a pregnancy test. Kirby nervously eyed her mother. The nurse explained how quickly it would take and handed her the cup which made Kirby want to crawl under a rock somewhere and die.
This was almost as bad as when she first went to the gynecologist for the first time last summer. Feeling horrible, she watched her mother's face before the nurse left them. Right away her mother sighed and tried her hardest to smile.
"Go into the bathroom and pee, I'll give it to the nurse."
"Mamma, I'm sorry..."
"Listen, you have nothing to be sorry about. Now relax. We're taking this one step at a time."
Kirby nodded and slid off the table and went into the small bathroom. Locking the door, she held back tears before undoing her jeans and squatting with the small plastic cup.
Somewhere across town Charlie was laying in a casket, most likely decaying in the darkness. She hoped the worms were eating Jill and him. The rage and anger that filled her was horrible. She began to pee, hearing the echoing sound it made as she began to fill up the cup. She hoped to God she wasn't pregnant. She was just a kid, she had been through some very fucked up shit and she didn't honestly know what she was doing. Her friends were dead, and the two people she honestly felt closest with this year had been insane and tried to kill her.
She thought back again at that brief time in her stepfather's study. It kept replaying over and over again. She prayed she wasn't pregnant, she couldn't be.
Once she was finished, ashamed she gave the cup to her mother. A few Minuit later her mother returned and told her to relax. Kirby tried to control crying but she felt on edge. Chewing at her nails she sat there as her mother nervously fiddled with the cover of her paperback book. Kirby wondered if Charlie had been in love with Jill. She thought back on them having sex, how could she have been so stupid? He told her no at first, but she had to be pushy, she had to be Kirby, the outgoing spunky girl who always got what she wanted. If she had been so stupid to have never noticed him before, why did she insist that of all nights they had to do that...
Was this in the plan? Did Charlie really know what he was doing? Did she make matters worse?
Why did they have to have sex? Why? She hated herself.
Finally the doctor came back in, holding a clipboard as her and her mother straightened up.
Before the doctor could say anything Kirby blurted out...
"I'm pregnant aren't I?"
The doctor eyed her mother before looking at her. Sighing he shook his head.
"Yes...you are. Around nine weeks almost."
Before the doctor could say another word Kirby lowered her head and began to cry.