This story is basely loosed on the "Scream" films with Sidney Prescott and eventually Ghostface being some of the characters within this story. All rights go to Wes Craven, Kevin Williamson and The Weinstein Brothers. Enjoy. This is my first story so please don't be too harsh. Any comments or questions, feel free to email me at: thatboyisamonster_16@hotmail.com
Out of Darkness
Chapter 1
I always knew that I was meant to do something with my life; I just have difficulty finding what it is supposed to be. I mean, don't all nineteen year olds? I guess you could say while I was growing up that I was a smart kid, I just made poor decisions. I was always more preoccupied with things that I had no business worrying my little head about. My priorities weren't and always haven't been in order and I have no one to blame but myself. That would explain why I ended up in here; Woodsboro Sanitarium. Yup, I have a permanent residence in a loony bin. Patient 050393: "Highly suicidal, displays symptoms of bi-polar disorder, very hostile towards others"; that's what they classify me as. I went from being a normal teenager to a grade a basket case. I should start explaining some things for you, huh? Try to fill in some holes? Before I was a patient here at the lovely Woodsboro Sanitarium, I was simply Riley Jason McPherson or RJ for short. I grew up in the small town of Woodsboro, California and was born on Halloween of 1993. Now, I know you're thinking "I mean, you were born on Halloween. That's when all the freaks come out. You were bound to be a little weird and abnormal." And you'd be right, but not in the way you would normally think. I wasn't born this way, but let's just say that life took its toll on me throughout the years. My parents had me at a young age. Maria and John at the ripe old age of sixteen, thrown into adulthood, they weren't really prepared for the responsibilities that come with raising a newborn. I don't have many memories of them together, and the ones I do, I'd rather forget. Living in Woodsboro is all I know, it's all I'm used to. When my family would go traveling, I couldn't wait to go back home. There's something about this place that's different then others, sort of like me. Growing up, I was an only child but I had a lot of friends. Even with all that, I still felt somewhat alone. It's all fun and games until you come home to an empty house. Not empty in the sense of no one being there but empty is the way that it just felt vacant. No love, no emotion, nothing. My parents divorced when I was 6 years old and I could honestly say it was for the better. I respected my parents a lot more for not pulling the old "Stay together for the kids" excuse. I lived with my mother for a bit but unfortunately, she could not support me all that well and I ended up moving into my father's house and that's when the trouble began. I remember all my relatives telling me that I had this fire in my spirit, this little twinkle in my eye and every time they saw me, it grew dimmer and dimmer as I continued to live with my father. My father, like myself, had an uneasy childhood, he witnessed and endured daily beatings from his alcoholic father and it messed him up mentally. I'm surprised he isn't in here with me. That'll give some real time to bond. Anyways, my father never grasped the idea of parenting. His idea was shoving my face against the wall and telling me how much of a pathetic fake I was. Gee Dad, looking back, that was some great constructive criticism. Thanks a lot. Moving on, it was his lack of discipline in his own self and my mother's absence that drove us apart and drove me into the arms of temporary, disastrous and deadly solutions. Now, I'm not blaming everything on them. Everything that happened to me, I deserved. I admit it. It would be wrong to say "My parents are the reason I'm fucked up in the head. You try living with an alcoholic who's as self-destructive as I am and a woman who left her child to deal with it!" I could, but I won't. I'm not that cruel. I mean, after all; everything happens for a reason right?
Chapter 2
Fast forward 13 more years and we've landed at our final destination; Room 5A in the teenager ward. Yeah, they gave us our on level. How depressing, right? I wake up due to a knock on my door and Ms. Angela, the floor ward opens the door and barks "McPherson, up now. You have a meeting at 9 am sharp. Let's move it." I get up as she closes the door and look in the mirror. I guess you could say I'm an alright looking kid. I was blessed in the height department, standing at a staggering 6 foot and 3 inches with black hair and piercing green eyes. It's the Italian in me coming out, you could say. I brush my teeth and put my robe on and make my way down the hallway. They lined the tiles on the floor with color coded tape so that none of us would end up where we shouldn't be. Woodsboro Sanitarium is a 4 leveled psych ward. First level has the cafeteria and recreational room. The second level is my kingdom, the third level is the older folks (you would think it was a retirement home.) and finally, the fourth is where all the real bad kids go; solitary confinement, or as I like to call it; "La-La Land". Anyone who has ever gone there was never the same after they came out. They started talking to themselves and were removed from everyone else. It was like they were in La-La Land, hence the title. Anyways, I walk into the office of the second floor therapist, Mr. Alden Johnson. I knock on the door and open it slowly. "You wanted to see me?" I ask. "Good Morning, RJ. Please sit down. I would like to introduce you to Ms. Sidney Prescott. She will be helping me out with the patients here. Consider her a mini me." I look at Sidney and observe her closely; a small woman who couldn't be any older than 30, with kind eyes and a soft smile. "Hello, RJ. Do you mind if I call you that?" She asks. I knock out of my little trance and nod, "Yeah sure. I'll take that over Patient 050393, any day." She laughs at that and I flinch. In a place like this, laughter is seldom heard. "Ms. Prescott will be taking over your case. You will answer to her for your appointments and sessions. Matter-of-fact, why don't you start now? Try to get to know one another?" Alden says looking at both of us. "Sure, why not? I don't bite...hard." As I wink in Sidney's direction. She laughs a little and replies "I'm sure you're not as scary as you let on." I look at her in disbelief. There's so much laughter and joy in her voice, something I haven't heard or seen in so long. "Well, I'll let you two get to it." He says finally and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. "Please, sit." She asks as she sits in a chair in front of me. She has my file in front of her, as she begins to read it and I smirk and look away saying, "Riley Jason McPherson, born on October 31st, 1993. I'm 6'3" and weigh about one hundred and sixty five pounds. I'm nineteen years of age and I've lived in Woodsboro my whole life. I only made it up to grade eleven in high school until I was expelled for fighting and almost killing another student. Last time I checked, having another student try to drown you in the school bathroom was reason enough for smashing his face into a mirror. I was admitted to the teenage ward of Woodsboro Sanitarium on December 21st 2010 for trying to commit suicide with a razor blade. My father found me in my bathroom, pale, shivering and extremely close to death, his only response; "How am I going to explain this one to your mom?" I look back at her. "Patient suffers from suicidal thoughts, displays behavior similar to those with bi-polar disorder and is hostile with others. Did I miss anything?" She looks at me and I look deep in her eyes, to my surprise, I see nothing. No shock, no fear, nothing. "Yeah, you did. You're left handed. I am too." She smiles softly and I stare at her. "Yeah, I guess I am." I respond. "So, let's get down to business. What drove you to taking your own life?" she asks. I look at the floor and think back to my childhood and spending time with my mom and dad and I blink and look at her and say softly, "Would you believe me if I told you that this wasn't the life I imagined for myself when I was a child?" She looks at me and nods, "Why wouldn't I? Who would want a life like this? Living in here?" I laugh and she tilts her head as if to ask me what I was laughing at. "Sidney, do you mind if I call you that? Living here and spending every waking minute of my life in this god forsaken place has been the highlight of my teenage life. I have an unlimited amount of time to do whatever I want. I'm free." She studies me and after what seems like forever she answers, "Don't lie to me. No person despite what you've been through, if you've been through anything at all, deserves to spend the rest of their life here." I stand up and smack the folder out of her hand and get really close to her face and whisper, "Let's get one thing straight; you don't know me or anything about me so don't try to guess what I have or haven't been through. Just who the fuck do you think you are, lady?" I look at her and for once, I see a single thread of fear in her eyes and she closes them and opens them and in an instant the tread is gone. "You're right. I'm sorry. Please, sit back down. How about we start from the beginning?"