A/N: Hello everyone, I am so excited to be back and writing for Scream 2! I once again, am not sure how this is going to go to play out. But I reassure you that it will be good, and I will try my best! Please, R&R and enjoy the story that will make you scream. (Not really, but I had to put that in there Hehe)

Chapter One: The Past is Haunting us, again!

Getting startled awake by my alarm clock, I sat up in my desk chair looking around my dorm room. I look in front of me and noticed I had my books spread opened, a couple of notebooks all over my desk. My alarm blares again, startling me out of my thoughts. I turn it off completely, stretching my back out and standing up. I put all my books and notebooks into one pile.

I gathered my bathroom supplies, towel, clothes for the day and go out to the hall to go to the girl's bathroom. It was still a little early when I got up in the morning. As I seen no one insight in the hall. So, walking into the bathroom, there wasn't anyone in here, either. I go to the closest shower stall and start taking my shower as quickly as possible.

After drying off, I put on my green and white checkered, button up shirt. Along with my blue jean, skinny capris, and grey sketcher tennis shoes. Gathering my supplies, I walked out of the bathroom, back to the hall to see a few girls coming to use it. We greeted as we walked past, and I went back to my dorm. Setting my things down on my dresser, I used my towel again to ring out my hair a little more. I threw that into my dirty laundry basket.

I grabbed my blow dryer and hairbrush, before sitting down at my desk. I plugged my hairdryer in, on the left side of my mirror and began blow dry my hair out. After my hair was officially dried, I take my hair straighter and straighten it out. For the finishing touch, I sprayed a little bit of hairspray in, to keep it straighten.

After, unplugging all my electronics, I grab my beaded green bracelet my parents had gotten me from their trip to Mexico last year, slipped that onto my left wrist. Sprayed a little of vanilla perfume on and was satisfied with my look. Having a little time left over, I turned on the small television in my dorm room, to have some background noise, while I gather my things for my classes for the day.

"Breaking news is just coming in this morning, as two students from, Windsor college, were killed last night, at the Stab movie premiere." I hear the news reporter say.

I dropped my books to the ground and turned towards the television just in time to see, the same news caster holding up a familiar white ghost-face mask. I froze in my spot, my breath hitched in my throat, I felt my blood run cold.

"Just last year, this same ghost-face mask went around terrorizing the small town of Woodsboro. The killers were, Billy Loomis and Stuart Marcher."

Two pictures of the faces I thought I got away from, appeared on the small screen. I struggled to breathe. Seeing his face, is bringing back those memories again. I struggled hard, in the last two years to just forget him. It's hard at times, especially around his birthday and just the year anniversaries' when the killings began.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I look at the clock, 7:30am. What, I've been standing here for twenty minutes?! I was already late for my film theory class, and I wasn't in the mood for all the stares, now after that was shown. I quickly gather my things, turned off the television and walked out of my dorm room locking my door behind me.

As I was walking down the hall towards my friend's dorm, I could already tell some of the students seen the news. As it wasn't obvious, as they were talking quietly and looking at me when they were. I roll my eyes and sigh heavily, ignoring them. Reaching to the dorm room, the door already open I seen, Sidney Prescott standing by her bed, with her roommate, Hallie next to her.

"Hey, Tiff…"

"Check out the news!" I tell her, irrupting her greeting.

"Everything okay?" Hallie asks.

"Just watch."

I point to the now, turned on television.

"Last night at a sneak preview showing of the movie STAB. Authorities won't release anything, except for that the two victims, Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens were both Windsor seniors."

"Where's Randy?" Sidney asks.

"We had film theory this morning."

"Let's go."

She grabs her things, and we head out the door.

"Wait, Sid!" Hallie shouts.

We just kept moving. I wasn't ready to face of what might possibly be outside. As I expected, we were immediately mobbed by several reporters.

"Sidney, did you know the victims?" One reporter asks.

"Do you feel frightened by the murders, Tiffany?" Another one asks.

We push through and head off towards the building holding the film classes.

Finally making it into the building, I make it to film class on autopilot. As I been here for a little over a year now, I automatically know where the classroom is. We make it to the classroom, waiting outside the door, as the class was ending. I immediately spot Randy and he spots us.

"We'll continue the sequel discussion tomorrow." Professor Morgan announces. "Miss. Riley, I'm glad to see you at the last minute. Make sure you show up to class tomorrow."

"Yes professor, sorry about that."

"No need to be sorry, I understand right now. Just make sure you show up for tomorrow's class."

We smiled at each other, as Randy was gathering, he things.

"So, Mr. Originality, what would you make different?" Lily, asks.

Randy looks towards us but makes eye contact with me.

"I'd let the geek get the girl."

I scrunch my eyebrows together, confused at his comment. After he sprayed mouth spray, he turned towards us, and we left. Randy had apparently seen the news this morning right before class but didn't mind it too much. So, he was already up to speed.

"Three-hundred people watched, no one did anything. They all thought it was a publicity stunt." Sidney states.

"So?" Randy asks.

"It's starting again Randy." I tell him.

"No, a lot happens in movie theaters these days. People get mimed, murdered, robbed, shot. Multiplexes are a very dangerous place to be these days." He said, not believing any of it.

"Yeah, and you are in extreme denial." Sidney said.

"And you should be too, both of you," He turns to me. "This has nothing to do with us."

"Randy, a guy in a Ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater telling our life story." I tell him.

"Coincidence?" He asks.

"You know what happened in Woodsboro. You can't deny it." Sidney argues with him.

"Yes Sidney, and I don't wanna go back there," He says. "Can't we go back to our pseudo quasi happy existence, hello Derek."

Derek, Sidney's boyfriend as of last year, came up behind us.

"Hey, I heard what happened, you weren't in class." Derek states

"Yeah, I skipped, I couldn't take all the "that's her" looks." Sidney says.

"I don't blame you there. I just accidently missed mine." I spoke.

"Is there anything I can do?" Derek asks.

I like Derek. Ever since Sidney introduced saying, they were dating I was a little shocked. But non-the-less, I was happy for her. He seemed to be a very nice guy, and he did make that very clear.

Randy wasn't a big fan of him. He has gotten over his high school crush over, Sidney. But still wasn't a big fan of her dating other guys. Maybe, just the big brother instinct and everything that has happened from before. I don't know, that was my theory. I have noticed the mood changes of him towards me, though. The last few months, if I unexpectedly came up to him in a greeting matter, he gets startled. In the past, that never happened before. I don't know, I think I'm just being paranoid.

"Get a room." Randy's comment came into my thoughts.

As we round our way to the middle of the school grounds, where the student's study, eat or hangout, there was a mass of media frenzy out on the grounds. Thankfully, the police were also there, and had it mostly blocked off.

"Oh man, this is huge." Randy comments. "Guys, look, it's Gale Weathers."

"What?" Sidney and I question.

We look in his direction, and right he is, the infamous, Gale Weathers was standing there giving her report.

"Star of the Gale Weathers press conference. Author of the press conference starring Gale Weathers. Soon to be a major motion picture starring Gale Weathers." Randy mocks.

I laugh.

"Be kind, she saved our lives."

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Check the calf implants. I'm gonna get closer." Randy comments, and he walks off.

That boy will never, get rid of that crush. Replacing him seconds later, several sorority girls, including Lois and Murphy approach the us.
I really wished I would have left with Randy. After the initial greetings, I tuned the whole conversation out. They are nice girls; I just hate the way they talked. I always hated popular girls who talk with a very high-pitched girly noise.

"Hey." A voice next to me greeted.

I looked up and around to see my friend, Mickey, standing next to me. When he had gotten here, I have no idea. Mickey had been my friend, since the first day here. That's how Derek and Sidney met. Mickey was his friend first, as they were roommates. I had met Derek through Mickey and Derek met Sidney through me. Anyway, I had this trust and safety feeling when I was around him. But something about him, made me remind me of…

"Bye." The Delta Lambdas left.

"Thank, God."

Everyone looks at me.

"Sorry, did I say that out loud?" I ask, jokingly.

Mickey laughs, while Hallie glares a little at me.

"Are you gonna start to dress like that once you get in?" Derek asks Sidney.

"That's not gonna happen." Sidney says.

"Wait, you are not seriously thinking about joining them?" I ask.

"I had no other choice."

I looked at her confused, as she looks towards, Hallie. I groan out in annoyance. Of course, Hallie, would make Sidney do that. Hallie is a nice person and fun to hang out with. But once she decides for someone, it's no use getting out of it.

"The Delta Lambdas are the biggest bunch of fucking..." Mickey stars to say.

"Hey! I'm pledging Delta Lambda." Hallie defends them.

"Oh my god." Sidney mutters, nudging my arm.

I looked around and noticed to my great surprise of who caught my eyes was my cousin, Dewey. I gasped in surprise, smiling ear to ear. We looked at each other and went towards him.

"Dewey?!" I ask, greeting him.

"Hey!" Sidney says.

"Oh man, I was worried about you two. I heard what happened and I was on the first flight," We both hug him, happy to see him.

I'm more than thrilled to see my older cousin again. I haven't seen since, well before moving out here.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Yeah." We agree.

We take him to a porch deck area, and we sit at a picknick table. We sat across from Dewey.

"Things were going fine until now. But uh, theater is going great. I got my first starring role, and we open in two days." Sidney says.

"I've been trying to write a small memoir." I tell him.

"That's great, for the both of you!"

"Yeah, and uh, I'm seeing someone. He's a nice guy, no apparent psychotic tendencies." Sidney mentions.

Dewey looks towards me.

"I haven't even tried to look for someone. I just can't, not after everything."

Sidney squeezes my hand. Dewey gives us a smile.

"I was just worried. Look Sid and Tiff, if there is some freaked out psycho trying to follow in Billy Loomis' footsteps, or Stu Marchers' you probably already know him, or her, or them. They're probably already in your life."

Hearing his name again for the second time today, I take a deep breath and clench my jaws. I was looking everywhere, besides at Dewey.

"You don't think we know that Dewey? What am I supposed to do, crawl under a rock?"

I stayed silent.

"No, I'm gonna talk to Chief Hartley and the local police. I'm gonna make sure that both of you are safe. I'm just gonna hang around if that's okay?"

"Yeah, I'd be honored." Sidney says.

I just smiled at him.

"Alright." Dewey says.

We started to talk about a few different things before Sidney had to leave. I stayed to talk with Dewey a little more.

"How are you, truly Tiffany?" Dewey asks.

"I've been great, everything around here has been a college dream." I wasn't being dramatic. "I had maybe a few nightmares my first few months here, but nothing since."

"That's good. I was worried that you might have. Has therapy been helping?"

"I uh, I've stopped going to therapy about a month ago."

"Tiffany, with what happened to you, you should really keep talking to someone, till you feel comfortable."

"Which I have been, for the last few months, Dewey. I have had no nightmares, no PTSD episodes. I've even been leaning off my pills. I'm more focused on my work without them. Before, they were making me tired and not so much focused at all." I argue with him.

"I'm happy for you, truly I am. I just worry is all."

"Trust me Dewey. You're not the only one that doesn't. Mom and Dad were constantly calling every chance they got, of my first two months here. I had to finally tell them to stop constantly calling me every day."

We both laugh.

"How's physical therapy going for you?" I ask him.

He looked grim. I was worried for him too.

"It's going slowly. I still have no use of my left arm. I can't stretch out no further than this."

He lifts his left arm up and it held in a casting position.

"I still have a limp, too. I need to use a cane occasionally. I just wish I can get back on the police force already."

I reach over, giving his hand a squeeze.

"You'll get there in time, Dewey."

He turned his hand over, giving back the gesture.

"How's Aunt Sandra doing?" I ask.

"It's been rough for her since, Tatum…" He sighs, not able to finish the sentence.

Ever since she died, Aunt Sandra was never the same again. She was distant, but still was able to manage herself. Understandably so, her one and only daughter, was taken from her. Not just taken, killed.

Her death effected Dewey the hardest. Since he was there that night too, he regrets not being ablet to protect his, baby sister. Let alone us. She's the one who died, while we survived. While he was in physical rehab, I tried to visit him, but he didn't want me to. I felt like he did blame some of her death on me, but he never truly showed no sign or said anything of it.

"There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't think about her." He speaks.

"Me too." I agreed. "I just wished there was something more that I could have…"

"Hey, stop that." I looked up at him. "There wasn't any more then you could have done then be there for her. What I read from the police report, you fought till the very last second of her life."

I smiled, knowing he was right.

"I still wish that I did more."

"You said that Billy, killed her right?"

I nod my head.

"All of what happened, was his fault. Not Sidney's, not her mother's not even you. Please, whatever you might be thinking that it was your fault. Stop, because it wasn't. It never was and I never blamed you either."

I clenched my jaw and eyes shut. I more felt the table shift, then heard him get up. He sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. The moment I felt his touch, I started to cry. I haven't cried in months. I leaned into his chest as he tightened his hold around me. I felt his body start to shake a little. I think this is what we finally needed, to let Tatum go, by talking about her with one another. Holding each other and just letting everything from the past, go.