Y/N's P.O.V

Everything at the hospital has started to wind down.

Apparently, Gale Weather's knows at Dewey's death and she's not in a good place right now.

Right now I'm with Tara in a new room and mum came in to stitch up the cut on her hand.

I go over to the door and open it slightly.

Tara: How is it out there?

I look and see cops are still around before looking back to her.

Y/N: Cops are still out there.

I close the door.

Y/N: It's still looks like shitshow out there.

Tara: Well, I feel much safer in here now.

I walk over and sit on the bed.

Y/N: Really? How is that even possible?

Tara: I feel safe because you're here.

I sigh.

Y/N: Yeah, but I wasn't here when you needed me. Tara, I'm so sorry. I should've been here.

She holds my hand.

Tara: Hey. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known what was gonna happen.

Y/N: Yeah, I guess so.

I look down.

Tara: Y/N, what's going on?

I look back at her.

Y/N: It's nothing, babe.

Tara: Y/N L/N, I've known you since we were six. I know when something's wrong. Talk to me.

I sigh.

Y/N: I've just been thinking about something Mindy said.

Tara: What'd Mindy say?

Y/N: It's a long story, but basically she thinks I'm the killer.

Tara: What?

Y/N: Well, her movie expert brain has her thinking it's me.

Tara: No, Y/N. No, no. That's impossible. You're not a killer. Besides, you can't be. Both times I was attacked you were there to protect me.

Y/N: It's not about that, Tara. It's more than that.

I stand up and step back.

Y/N: It's in me though.

Tara: What is?

Y/N: That killer instinct. The bloodlust. I know it. Everyone does. They're just too nice to say it to my face.

Tara: That's not true, baby. No-one thinks that. I don't, Sam doesn't. Neither does Chad or any of our friends.

Y/N: I wish I could believe that, Tara. I really do. I just don't know how.

Tara: Hey.

I look at her.

Tara: Come here.

I walk over and sit on the bed.

She puts her hand on my cheek.

Tara: You are not your father. You're not a killer. And I will tell you that everyday for the rest of our lives if that's what it takes to get it to sink in.

I chuckle.

Y/N: So, we're gonna be around each other for the rest of our lives? You've really thought that far ahead?

She nods.

Tara: Oh, yeah. Being in here has given me alot of time to think about that. I'm not letting you push me away and I'm not letting you go, L/N.

I smile.

Y/N: Okay, good.

She and I hug.

We then pull away as Sam comes into the room.

Sam: Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt.

Tara: It's okay.

Sam: Y/N, can I talk to Tara alone for a minute?

I stand up.

Y/N: Yeah, sure. I'll just be outside.

Sam: Thank you.

I nod.

After that I leave the room and close the door behind me.

(Thirty minutes later)

So, Sam has decided to take Tara away from Woodsboro.

I think it's a good idea and I'm gonna help them get out of town.

Tara, Sam, Richie and I walk into the lobby.

???: Y/N, Samantha?

We look over to see Sidney Prescott with Gale.

Sam: It's Sam.

Sidney: I'm...

Sam: I know who you are.

Y/N: We all do.

She looks to Tara.

Sidney: I hope you're okay.

Sam: Listen, I'm sorry...

Sidney: You're Billy's daughter?

She looks to me.

Sidney: And you're Mickey's son. I saw the news report done on you.

I sigh.

Y/N: Yeah, I didn't really have a say in that.

Richie: We'll bring the car around.

He leaves with Tara.

Sam: And yeah. I'm his daughter. I'm sorry if that's weird for you.

Y/N: Me too. I know what my father took from you.

Sidney: No, it's... it's... I've been through this, alot. Do you two wanna talk?

Y/N: I'm good, thanks.

Sam: Me too. I appreciate it though. And I'm... I'm really sorry about Dewey. But I'm taking my sister away from all this.

Y/N: I'll get my bike.

She nods.

I leave the lobby and go over to my motorbike.

A moment later I pull up alongside Richie's car.

I then drive ahead of them.

I need to make sure they get out of town, safely.

(One hour later)

As I'm driving down the street I hear Richie honk the horn three times.

It means we need to stop.

Y/N: Oh, shit.

I come to a stop and get off my motorbike.

After that I go over to the car as Sam rolls down the window.

Y/N: Hey. What's going on?

Sam: Tara hasn't got her inhaler. She needs to get her other one.

Y/N: Oh, fuck. Okay, where is it?

Tara: It's at Amber's place.

Richie: You know where she lives, right?

I nod.

Y/N: I do. Follow me, Richie and try to keep up.

Richie: Yes, sir.

I then walk back to my motorbike.

Before getting on it, I pull out my handgun and check the mag.

I sigh.

Y/N: Five bullets.

I put the mag back in before putting my gun away.

After that I get on my motorbike and drive off with the other's close behind.

I get the feeling something bad is about to go down.

Hopefully, I'll only need five bullets.