A/N: So sorry for the lack of updates, life got in the way. And I just wasn't feeling inspired, you know? Anyways, I'm back! So enjoy this long-overdue update. As you'll notice, it's set during Halloween, as promised. I originally planned for more updates set during the first movie, but changed my mind. After this "memory" I'll turn my attention to the aftermath of Halloween and it's affect on everyone's favorite lesbian couple.
"Annie? We're coming in. You better be decent!" Laurie yells into the slightly-open door, knowing that if her girlfriend can hear her, she'll find humor in what she's saying. The only way Annie would ever not be decent is if she's alone with Laurie. Sure, she might lose a shirt with Paul to keep up the act, but she won't go all the way. Not with anyone but the blonde.
But once she hits the lights, she realizes that Annie isn't laughing about her little joke. And neither is Laurie once she becomes conscious of what's going on behind the door of the Wallace residence. She sees Paul hanging from the ceiling, but her main focus is on the girl she loves most. The girl who's lying on the floor of the entryway, covered in her own blood.
Everything that happens next is a blur to the blonde. She barely remembers screeching and crying and telling Lindsey to "run home!" All she remembers is holding a topless Annie and crying.
Another thing that's a blur is the call she made to 911. She remembers calling Annie a friend instead of what she really is, and saying that she's "bleeding to death". She remembers that all the hair on the back of her neck stood straight when those words fell from her lips. Not her baby. Her baby can't be bleeding to death of the floor of some lush's house.
At some point during her call to 911, Annie's voice starts calling her name and all Laurie can think is that this could be the last time she hears it. She tries to cancel out such thoughts, but it's impossible to do when the owner of said voice is covered in gashes and the bleeding just won't stop.
In attempts to calm the girl on the floor in the other room, Laurie yells out to her, letting her know that she hears her, "Baby! Baby, hold on, okay? Annie, they're com—"The words of comfort die on her tongue and are replaced by her own shrieks for help.
As she runs out of the house and away from Annie to escape the boogeyman, all Laurie can think is that she has to make it out of this alive. She has to do it for Annie.