Scream for me || Various Scream x Reader

The rest of the night was filled with tossing and turning, both from myself and the brunette.

"Hey Sid..?" I whispered quietly

"What's up? Did I wake you?" She asked nervously. I huffed a quiet laugh and shook my head. Sid was on the opposite side of our shared twin bed as Tatum snoozed quietly on the other one. Sid had turned to face me propping her head up with her arm. I mirrored her position to face her.

"No, I was just wondering if you were still awake." I admitted. I studied Sidney's features as she waited to see if I would continue talking. Jesus Christ, Sidney is really beautiful. I don't think I've ever been this close or at least gotten this good of a look. Now I understand why Billy loved her so much. She's funny, smart, nice, tough, and just so beautiful. A twinge of jealousy pinged in my heart.

"Wow Sid, I understand why you're so sought after now!" I said with a joking tone but being utterly serious. She smiled and closed her eyes. A few moments later, I turned away from the now sleeping Sidney, to face Tatum's ceiling. I followed the fan blades as they spun round and round.

I wonder how Billy's doing.

I sat up in the bed and slowly pushed one foot after the other, off the edge of the bed. I creeped silently, flinching at every creak of the floorboards or the muffled fan-like sound coming from the AC. Once I reached my destination; The bathroom, I quietly moved inside. Once the door was completely shut and locked I flicked on the light.

As I stared into the mirror, only the reflection of an inadequate girl looked back at me.

Why am I so special? Why was I the one that survived? It should've been me. I should've died in their place. Truthfully, I wouldn't be missed. My parents and Casey would have had Steve, Tatum has Stu, Sidney has Billy, and Randy Is so utterly obsessed with Sid my disappearance would go by unnoticed. I had no boyfriend or significant other, so I wouldn't have to worry about leaving the one who manages to love me.

Apparently, no one could manage to love me. I was 'difficult'. That's the thing about Tatum and Sidney, they aren't. They have beautiful boyfriends, in healthy relationships. They aren't 'difficult' to love, and compared to them I'm not special. That's why I can't get Stu or Billy to even bat an eye in my direction. Not like I was actively pursuing them, but a girl could dream.

Where were these feelings of inadequacy; similar to ones I had in middle school, coming from?

Seeing Billy and Stu with their girlfriends makes me feel the way I did when my dad got deployed. It wasn't even a big deal or anything, but when he left I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault. It's my fault I'm not loved. It's my fault he's leaving.

I shook away the thoughts and turned on the faucet. After letting it run for a few moments I splashed my face with the lukewarm water. I stopped the faucet and flicked the excess water off of my wet hands into the sink. I Then grabbed the hand cloth. I pressed the cloth into my face then used it to finish drying my hands. I examined my puffy and red eyes.

God, I hate when my face does this! Why must I look like a tomato after I cry? After shutting off the bathroom lights, I made my way numbly back to Tatum's room.

But before I could take another step down the hall, I swear I figure at the end. I froze in fear and my mind started to race. No, no, not right now, this can't be happening. I shut my eyes hard thinking and praying that it was just my imagination. When I reluctantly opened my shaky eyes I realized I was right. It was my imagination. If I couldn't sleep before, I definitely can't now. I hurried back into Tatum's room, plopping down on a plush bean bag facing the door.