"Where the hell have you been?!" My aunt yelled as I opened the front door. "The school called saying you just up and left!" She stood crossed armed blocking my entry.

"I-" I tried to defend myself but was interrupted.

"You know what, I don't care just start dinner. My parents will be here in a couple of hours" She stormed off.

I sighed and trudged to the kitchen. I almost forgot about my grandparents coming over, hopefully bitchy-ness doesn't run in the family.

Once dinner was prepared I flopped onto my bed. Ever since I got to Woodsboro it was wave after wave unable to recuperate after each crash. For christ sake I dated a serial killer, killed a guy, involved in a massacre, and for all I know I could be my ex's next victim.

I stared upon the ceiling fan. Weight revealed itself on my chest along with wet cheeks. I didn't realize I was crying until now. If Billy was here he would tell me that everything was okay. I shiver at the absence of his embrace. I miss him. Suddenly fur rubbed against my cheek. I jumped at the abrupt contact until I realized it was Casper. I chuckled and pulled him into my embrace and relaxed at the sound of his purrs.

When an hour or so passed, my aunt barged into my room. "Put this on, they're here" She said frantically while tossing a muted blue dress with a collar and short sleeves beside me.

"why?" I asked while pinching each sleeve in mid air to get a good look.

"(y/n), I'm begging you please just put this on and behave in front of them." desperateness coated her speech.

I rose my eyebrows in surprise, her cold demeanor cracked. I nodded hesitantly.

"Good. Now hurry." She rushed out of the room and clomped down the stairs.

Resentfully I pulled on the dress. I frowned when I looked into the mirror, I looked like some 1970s church girl. Sucking it up, I flatted out my hair and began my trek downstairs.

"Oh there she is" A unfamiliar perky voice said as I walked into the dinning room. I tracked the source of the voice, It was my aunt. She too wore a hideous dress and a painted on smile. "Mom, Dad, this is (Y/n)." She said resting her hands on my shoulders and switching her attention to the elderly couple sitting at the small table that rarely gets used.

"Hi." I awkwardly waved my hand. The women with straight grey hair and a narrow nose glanced in my direction and the bald man with big ears smiled and waved back.

"Hello (Y/n)." The woman I assume is my grandmother spoke. "It's nice you see you after all these years." She had a straight back to match her hair and a raised chin.

I nodded uncomfortably and sat across from my grandfather and my aunt next to me. "Why have we never met?"

"We've been busy sweetie." My grandfather said relaxing into his grandparent role along with his chair.

I clenched my fist. "Too busy to attend your own daughter's funeral." I hissed. Memories from that day came rolling back. Only four people attended the ceremony, me and her druggie friends. Her own goddamn parents didn't even show up.

"(y/n)!" My aunt scolded.

My grandfather gave a unsure smile and my grandmother's unreadable eyes bore into mine.

The rest of dinner consisted of attempted conversation and my aunt kicking me under the table triggered by insults mumbled under my breath.

Once the table was clean my grandfather clasped his wide hands and said "Already let's get going." He looked at me.

I stood there confused, was he talking to me? "What?"

"Did you even tell the girl?" Grandmother's voice came from behind me.

"Tell me what?"

"We didn't just show up to snack on overcooked meat. We came to bring you back with us." My once grandmother, now old hag said. Her new title earned from trash talking my cooking.

"Wait, is this true?" I turned to my aunt.

She nodded accompanied with a frown.

"Your aunt told us about your hospital visit, we're taking you with us because we don't want you to get hurt again." My grandfather said with a caring smiling.

"Go pack your things we're leaving in ten minutes." grandmother's harsh tone overlapped Grandfather's.

I stood there wide mouthed. I rushed up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. I leaned against the thin wood and shut my eyes. One breath in. One breath out. My chest felt heavy and my hands were sweaty. Breath in. Breath out.

Shouldn't I want to get away from here, from the bloody memories, from the trauma. Why am I feeling this way?

I numbly packed two bags full of clothing and other items I turned to leave until I heard a desperate meow. I looked down, it was Casper. I scooped him up and hid him in one of the bags. I walked slowly down the stairs desperately trying to prolong my stay. Unfortunately I arrived at the bottom of the stairs and my grandparents ushered me to their car. I sat in the back seat and looked out the window. My aunt stood on the front doorstep waving goodbye to me with a frown. Was she sad?

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So I lied. This book probably is going to be longer than just two more chapters. I plan on writing a shit ton this week so they'll be lots of new chapters in about two weeks.