A/N Hello kind readers. I'm super sad: 1 because only 2 people reviewed last chapter, and 2, because the wonderful woman that is Whitney Houston died yesterday afternoon. I will always love her: she was the reason my name is Whitney and because I grew up listening to her and loving her music. I will never forget the impact she put on my life, and I hope we never forget her legacy.
Ok, before chapter freaking 15 starts, I have 2 stories. They're both messed up and either Fanfiction or Glee centric, so bear with me..
Story 1: My sister, Nicole, decided to watch Glee with me on Tuesday. Apparently she likes Ricky Martin so she and my mom decided to watch. My sister told me next week that she LIKES it now. Boy was I shocked, since she was always calling it gay and stupid. However, she also sad this "I don't like Brittany." SIN AGAINST NATURE! That and she only likes Kurt. Oh, am I going to make her love someone besides Kurt, I guarantee you that.
Story 2: I got a PM the other day from a Fanfiction user who I won't say their name since they might be reading this. Well, this user probably read Scream because they PM'd me this "We are all going to hell." That, my friends, was my Wednesday night
Anyways, here's chapter 15. Only 3 more to go! This chapter is… well just pretty disturbing and depressing. Enjoy!
"Miss Berry? Miss Berry can you hear me?" A bright light shone in Rachel's slightly open eyes. She groaned in agony as she opened her eyes fully. It felt as though her eyelids had sand paper underneath them.
"Miss Berry?" Rachel looked up into the paramedic from Puck's party and another paramedic holding a flashlight. In the background, medics were trying to fix up a blonde woman and two blonde little girls. Near the ambulance, multiple medics were wrapping a body up in a body bag.
"Wh-wh-what h-h-happened?" she muttered softly. "Miss Berry you were just involved in a car accident," the medic from before explained, "you collided with the car owned by Miss Charlotte Baker which contained her and her daughters. They suffered from a concussion each, while you have a broken wrist. You'll be better in no time."
Rachel blocked out the paramedic when she noticed a wheelchair lying near the ambulance. It was crushed up on one side, with the wheel on the non-crushed side flattened. A pair of driving gloves covered in blood and a pair of crushed glasses lay on the seat. She pointed her finger at it.
"What about Artie?" The medics turned to the wheelchair, somber looks on their faces. "The boy in the wheelchair?" Rachel nodded. "I'm sorry but the car behind you crashed into him. He was pronounced dead at the scene of the crime."
She felt her body go cold. Oh god, she thought, oh god no. He couldn't be dead. They couldn't be down to 5 survivors. Well, 6 including Blaine. But Blaine was in a coma so he was knocking on death's door. Her eyes screamed horror when she saw a middle aged woman, probably Artie's mom, crying as a man pushed Artie's wheelchair away.
"NO!" Rachel screamed, trying to get off of the stretcher. Sadly she was confined to the gurneywith fabric constraints, along with the medics trying to hold her down.
"Miss Berry please calm down," the other paramedic said, "it was apparently a quick death. He experienced no pain whatsoever." Rachel lay back down, but she wasn't happy with the medic's answer. Just because Artie hadn't experienced much pain didn't make the situation much better. Artie was dead, no matter how much you sugar-coated it.
The paramedics each grabbed a side of the gurney and started moving Rachel towards an ambulance. As they moved, Rachel noticed the blonde woman and her daughters. The youngest of the girls had a long scar across her face, one so it deep it probably would need stitches. The other little girl had a cut lip, scratches along her bare arms, and a bandage around her forehead. As for the mother, she was unconscious and wore a neck brace.
Boy, can the paramedics sugar-coat things, Rachel thought.
But before she got to her ambulance, she noticed Artie's wheelchair, mainly what was on the flattened wheel. It didn't look like a normal puncture. It looked more like a knife stab.
Knife stab, Rachel thought, her eyes widening. Ghostface.
That night in the hospital was not a good one. Besides trying to sleep with a cast on, all Rachel could hear was moans from her fellow patients and dreams about her dead friends.
Every dream seemed so graphic; it was like it was playing out right in front of her. They started out not as bad, with Ghostface attacking Tina in a forest. When he stabbed her, ribbons came out instead of blood and she died instantly, as though she felt no pain.
Those dreams soon morphed into more sinister ones. The more memorable of the second set was of Quinn and Sam, back when they were dating. They were making out, when Sam pulled out a knife and stabbed Quinn through the heart. All she could hear wasscreaming as Quinn died a slow and painful death.
But the third set was the worst. The deaths were more torturous than before, where Ghostface electrocuted, decapitated, dismembered, burned, and smashed in their faces. It was so tough to watch, that it made Rachel wake up more than once screaming.
Once Rachel had stayed up for 2 hours, trying to keep the dreams happening. It wasn't long until she finally fell asleep and for a while the dreams were pretty normal. Until the dreams took a terrible turn.
Rachel woke up with a start to see slightly faded creatures in front of her. They were faceless, and besides a hinting of color over where their chests and private were, the rest of them was the color of skin.
Rachel went to touch the one closest to her and was shocked to see it morph into something else. Hair grew on it, blonde hair that went down to its shoulders. Then green eyes formed, along with a mouth and nose. Rachel gasped as the creature turned into Quinn.
"Hello Rachel," Quinn said cynically. Rachel backed up so that her head touched the wall. Quinn reached touched the figures beside her, and one by one the victims of Ghostface appeared. Jesse, Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Sugar, Sam, Courtney, Rory, Tina, Mike, and Artie, they all stood in front of her, each mumbling "Hello Rachel" when they were in full form
"What do you want from me?" Rachel muttered. "We want a lot from you Rachel," Quinn croaked, "you played a role in all of our deaths."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know damn well know that if you had decided to spend the night with me I would still be alive," Quinn snarled.
"Or that if you had told me to fuck off when I asked if you wanted someone to walk with I wouldn't be dead," Jesse added.
"Or that if you had went to the police when you had suspicions about Rory and Puck that you could have saved me, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sugar," added Kurt.
"Or if you had followed me upstairs, me and Rory wouldn't be dead," Courtney snarled.
"Or that if you had gone to the police that night with your evidence, me, Mike, and Artie wouldn't have died," Tina said.
"I'm sorry!" Rachel screamed, "if I would have known…."
"If you had known what! That we would all die because of your STUPIDITY! Rachel, even I would have gone after Courtney and not have checked out Santana's ankle. It's the right thing to do!" Quinn screeched.
"It wouldn't have taken away 2 lives as well," Courtney added, "and you would have had caught Puck in the act."
"I was going to!"
"But you didn't!" Rory yelled.
"So now we have to return the favor. An eye for an eye, am I right?" Quinn said nonchalantly as pulled a knife from behind her back. The others did too, and they all had them raised above Rachel. Rachel screamed as they all plunged their knives into her body.
Rachel screamed herself awake for the 5th time that night.
The next day Rachel was let out of the hospital and was able to go to school. That day seemed as worse as the night, since it seemed like everyone thought SHE killed Artie and not some guy behind her.
All day Rachel received looks of disgust. It seemed like no one, besides Santana and Brittany, believed her story. When they were forced to be lab partners, all Rachel saw Puck do was whisper to a bunch of jocks about the accident. It was torture.
Soon lunch had come, and Rachel was back at her usual table with Brittany and Santana. Thegirls were trying to comfort her, with Brittany whispering comforting stories into her ear and Santana cussing anyone out that was whispering about her.
"Just ignore those assholes, they're just too afraid of Ghostface to think he killed Artie," Santana comforted.
"Yeah, they think you're such a great unicorn that they don't want to prove you didn't do it," Brittany added. Rachel gave her a confused look and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a scream.
The girls turned around to see a blonde cheerio running towards Coach Sylvester, who was on lunch duty, with a bag of pom-poms. They joined the crowd around them as the Cheerio showed her what was in the bag. The crowd gasped at what was lying on top of the pom-poms.
Inside the bag was Finn's head.
A/N May the story versions of Artie and Finn R.I.P with the wonderful Miss Houston. Oh, and the review and recommendation segment for chapter 5. I haven't read anything new from you guys (I'll probably just say people who I enjoy reading since I'm lazy like that) and because I only go 3 reviews. I need more guys! If you want Scream 2 to happen, then review! If you're an anon, great! I allow those people to review (unlike some users.) I will include the other 3 next time, but unless you don't want Scream 2 to happen, then please review.
Ok rant over. Review?
~Whitney the UndercoverGleek ;)