Duality (slashers x reader)

'And you were actually cut? Blood and everything?'

'Yeah, just along my jaw here.' I traced the plaster with my finger, 'I mean, I wouldn't normally pay attention to nightmares but that's what I thought was really weird.'

'Yeah it's fucking weird, Y/N, how does that even work? Did you... scratch yourself or somehow slice your face open?' 

'It's not a scratch, it's one clear slice. It has to have been from his finger... knife things.'

Sarah sighed and leaned back, her face a knot of confusion and disbelief.

'It's just so hard to believe. Could you feel everything in the dream as well? I mean, did it feel like you were really there?'

'Yeah, like I said, I thought I was genuinely in my house until I was in that boiler room.'

She shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh. Lifting her arm, she checked a watch on her wrist and sighed again.

'Well, I think this is as good an excuse as any to skip school. We could go to the library and see if they have anything on dreams if you're concerned about it?'

'Yeah, that sounds good to me.' The idea of going to school right now sounded like hell so I was more than happy to get out of that. Sarah nodded and downed the rest of her tea, getting up to deposit her mug in the sink. 

'How deep was the cut? Do you mind if I take a look? It might need cleaning.'

'Since when were you a professional nurse?' I chuckled, and she playfully shoved my arm.

'I'm pretty sure I know more than you.'

We laughed as we made our way to the bathroom, the 'light being better in there' apparently. I sat on the edge of the bath as she perched on a hamper and gently pulled the plaster off. I winced as her fingers prodded the cut, a tear slipping out of my eye and she gently pulled on my skin to check how deep it was. 

'It doesn't look infected but I'm going to clean it anyway because it seems a little deep.'

She opened a cabinet and retrieved a first aid kit, pulling out some supplies I didn't recognise and didn't really care about, exhaustion was creeping up on me and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. Sarah's eyes were intense with concentration and she was gently biting her lip as she wiped at my jawline, sending shoots of pain through my body. When she pulled the cloth away, it was stained a light pink from my blood, and my jaw stung. She held my chin and gently pressed a plaster to my cut, patting it down before leaning back, admiring her work.

'Does that feel okay?' I nodded, surprised at how good of a job she'd done. 'Okay, good. Well, it's,' she checked her watch, '9 now. Do you want to head to the library?'

'Yeah, sounds good.'

Sarah drove us in her car to the library, a ten-minute drive that gave me the chance to scope out the surroundings. My house was big and a little isolated, it taking us a few minutes to see anything but fields. The town was quaint and cute, a grand building informing me I was in Springwood, which made sense considering the setting of my last two 'dreams'. Considering the clothing of everyone in the town, and the appliances in my own home, it was clear we were in the 80s.

We pulled into the parking lot of the library and I followed Sarah inside the musty, worn-down building. She walked purposefully, clearly knowing her way around the building, while I watched all the other visitors. There weren't many, a few older people on the outskirts and a mum with two children in the children's section were the only people we passed. The librarian was a woman not dissimilar to the one in the Woodsboro high school library, though she seemed slightly older. The psychology section sat at the very back of the building, far from everyone else.