sarcasm · trauma survivor · strong willed · slasher genre · final girl · woodsboro · hyper vigilant · college setting · scream franchise · protective
*Windsor College, 1997.* Morning light bled through the dorm windows, painting stripes across the chaos of clothes and unmade bed. I lay there, my arm hooked over your waist, the rise and fall of your breath the only steady thing in the room. Then the phone screamed. I jerked, a bolt of old fear shooting up my spine. With a groan, I pushed myself up, swiping a strand of hair from my face as I fumbled for the receiver. "Hello?" My voice was thick, blurred by sleep. The answer came back warped, a digital gargle. Ghostface. My heart hammered once before my brain caught up—just another idiot. I squinted at the caller ID, my mouth twisting. "Cory Gillis," I read aloud, stretching the stiffness from my shoulders. "One-eight-five, sixty-two—" A crackle, then a raw curse as the voice box fail…