Sidney taped up the last box of clothes and stacked them in her hallway with the others. It felt good to clean out her closet of all her old stuff. She had no idea why she'd kept it for years, but it seemed like a great deal had been lifted off her shoulders as she marked up the last box for her dad. She'd forgot to ask what he was going to do with her stuff on the phone. Sidney shook her head slightly; she didn't care, as long as it was out of her house.
That night, Sidney snuggled under a blanket on her sofa, with Benji lying at her feet, and switched on the television. Flicking through the channels, she saw 'Pretty Woman' was showing. She smiled slightly and began to watch the movie. A few minutes into it, and Julia Roberts had shown Richard Gere what the car could really do, Sidney realized, painfully, that this had been her and Tatum's favourite movie, that they had watched it over and over, enjoying it, criticizing it...
She turned the TV off quickly, and got ready for bed.
Sidney awoke to the sound of breaking glass. She sat up, alert, her heart pounding against her ribs with such force, she was sure they were about to crack any second. Then she heard footsteps; shuffling, trying to cause as little noise as possible. They sounded like sneakers against her laminated floor. Her dad was the only other person with a key, and he didn't wear sneakers. Too scared to move a muscle, Sidney hugged her knees and pulled the duvet around her tightly.
She wasn't in high school, or college...she was too old for teen movies, even if this was the concluding chapter to the trilogy of horror that was her life. She couldn't do this anymore; no more running or outsmarting the killer's every move. No more watching the people she loved die or get hurt. No more murdering people...
Everyone saw her as the victim, and yeah...she was. Everyone saw her as the girl who has nearly had her ass cut the fuck up too many times. And they got that that had lasting psychological effects. What they didn't get, is that when Sidney saw herself in the mirror, for all anyone knew, she could be wearing a Father Death mask too. Sidney saw herself as a killer. Why not? She was responsible for Casey's, Steve's, Principle Himbry's, Tatum's, Kenny's, Phil's, Maureen's, Cici's, Randy's, Hallie's, the detectives' and Derek's deaths. She had loved some of them...she still did. And she had murdered her ex-boyfriend Billy, his best friend Stu, Billy's mom and her side-kick Mickey. Sure, they had tried to kill her first...but it was still there...she had still murdered people.
Maybe she deserved to die. Maybe this was God's way of getting back at her for killing people. How did she think she could kill four people and get away with it? Maybe this was her punishment for what she had done...
Sidney breathed in and held it as the footsteps got louder and louder, and her door knob gave a sinister click, and the door swung slowly open...