Last Time-Billy Loomis
Your eyes manipulated my mind, you pulled me back in every time I tried to run. All of our times are in disaster. Tell me this is the last, goodbye falls from his lips this time and we agree this is the last time we will say that it is over. Maybe this is the last time or he could be lying like the last time. Hopefully, it won’t hurt this time, I am a trapped passenger in a train wreck. He is never satisfied with himself viewing the fucked up aspects from behind a blade. “Stu don’t try to fucking stab me.” You say stone waving your hand in the air as you turn around to see your ex’s acomplies Stu Macher holding the murder weapon smiling wide like he usually does. “Goodnight, also fucking go take a shower Billy you smell like corn syrup.” You say perring your head inside behind the door. They were concocting a recipe for fake blood. If it wasn’t for you they wouldn’t know to use corn syrup like in the movie Carrie. This was all a part of their biggest scam to murder Sidney Prescot after her mother broke up Billy’s family. As you walked down the driveway of Stu’s family home you felt fall air hit your face. It was crisp and cool. Tightening your brother’s flannel around your body, rubbing your shoulders before entering your car and leaving for the night. Hoping that this was the last time it felt like this time he was holding the gun to your head as you tightened the noose around your neck. Yet, one of your hands was holding his still after all this time. This was the last time you would wave the white flag in front of your face. You finally saw the red splatters soaked into the white fabric. Noticing that it was your blood coloring the flags. Hating how tough of an addiction he was a smoker and you were the cigarette. His touch made you feel something from your ever so dull. As Stu would put it, you were far too sensitive for the plans Billy had. Every time Billy kissed you it felt like the kiss of death. Subtle knowing how you compared the rest of your life to those late nights. Billy’s hands ran under your shirt as you made love in the moonlight. Billy sugarcoated his sharp teeth so the bull shit spewing from between his lips would be sweeter. But you were running through his veins like pretty poison. You figured that out a few times ago. You were hiding something bigger than the both of you. Knowing that your little secret would be the end of you. He would either kill you or make you get rid of it. Affecting his plans to exact revenge on Sydney. You wished you could tell Stu or someone but they can’t keep a secret. You had no clue what you were doing. All you knew was that you couldn’t let Billy control you anymore. He has gaslighted you this far, now you need to escape before he explodes. Driving past the place you two had your first kiss, which is now ironically a pregnancy clinic. Billy was on your mind knowing it was for the best before he went crazy and you ended up dead. Until everything died down you were going to stay at your Aunt’s beach house in Malibu. She was a big-shot philanthropist on Wall Street. She had kids but favored you for some reason. She said you reminded her of a younger her as a teen. Last week your father kicked you out and your mother left when you were four. Later on by the time you were fifteen, she passed out of cancer. Who knows this fresh start might be nice. From the plane you looked down at the airway employees, knowing that soon this trip would be a memory. You constantly hear Billy telling you to breathe in and out. In the same tone, he always did when you would have panic attacks. A part of you wanted to run back to him. Book it off the flight and hope he is ready to take you back. You knew that he wouldn’t be pleased with your antics. Therefore, it was for the best to move away. You could’ve driven from Woodsbro to Malibu however, Billy knew what your car looked like. Distance is relative to moving safely when you sell your car. Billy didn’t know about your Aunt in Malibu or your cousins who would be living with you. You hoped Stu would keep the secret until he was six feet underground. Stu knew everything about the secret you were caring for and how you had a fail-safe plan in place with your aunt. From the plane, you waved goodbye to Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Randy Meeks, Tatum Riley, Dewey Riley, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, your father, and Woodsbro as a whole. This was the last time you would see anyone or partake in the gossip of Woodsbro. “Goodbye,” You muttered softly, waving goodbye. Turning back to face forwards knowing this was what was best for you and your baby.