Who: Sidney Prescott What: Dreams When: October 30th, 2015 early morning Where: Sidney's home Rating/Warnings: Teenish/Strong Language Status: Completed Narrative
The dreams had started for Sidney early in the month. Nearly each night a small snippet of a life she hadn't lived would play center stage in her sleep. It got to the point where Sidney was sleeping less and less as the month wore on, the weight of the dreams causing her to pull away from people and more into herself.
It was strange seeing Billy again, and Tatum for that matter. Her gut told her that only bad things were going to happen in the dreams, and after she found out about a murder she could only wonder if Billy and Stu had something to do with that.
Seeing Cotton on the television screen, put away by her testimony again broke her heart. It was for the murder of her mother this time, and not Tatum. Sidney prayed that here, in her dreams, that he was innocent as well but damn, how much had she fucked one guy over?
After the first few dreams Sidney had started a diary as a way to cope with her dreams. Besides, there was a lot of information being thrown at her so she thought it was for the best that she do something at least.
She could remember each dream with vivid detail. The sights, the sounds, the smells...everything. Sidney had had dreams that felt real, but these? They had to be real.
Sidney awoke from her latest dream in a cold sweat, heart hammering hard against her ribcage, her throat felt raw from screaming and her head hurt as if she'd really just had it slammed back against a wooden floor. She flipped the lamp on quickly, and pulled open the nightstand drawer. Reaching in she had every single intention of pulling out her dream journal, but her fingers hit something rubbery instead.
Sidney's hand jerked back, her brows furrowed low over her eyes as she pulled the drawer open further to see what was inside. Her heartbeat quickened at the stark white face staring back up at her.
Swallowing hard, Sidney reached in to pull it out of her nightstand. "How the fuck?" She muttered to herself, turning it this way and that, looking at it.
Panic set in, and she pushed the covers back and went to her closet to grab her gun. The mask was discarded on the bed, her thoughts racing at a million miles per hour trying to figure out if or how someone could've gotten in to place the mask there.
Her bedroom door was still locked, every window in her bedroom was the same way as was her bathroom. Sidney flipped the safety off on her gun, and eased open the door. The hallway was dark, and it took several moments for her eyes to adjust. Swallowing hard, Sidney breathed out and stepped away from the safety of her bedroom.
She did a room by room search, not leaving any closet unopened and no bed not looked under. There was no one there, and her alarm system was still armed.
The safety was clicked back on the gun, and placed upon the kitchen counter as Sidney placed her hands against the cool counter top and leaned forward. So, these dreams were real in some way weren't they? They had to be if objects from them could be brought there directly, but ithat was ridiculous wasn't it?
No, it couldn't be ridiculous since Sidney had real live proof there before her.
"Shit." She breathed out, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair as she tried to figure out what to do now exactly.
There was one person she could talk to. Cotton had been there in her dreams, he -- well she'd fucked him over again and again, but she could try to talk to him right? Maybe he would have some sort of insight as to what was going on here, since Sid had no fucking clue.
She made her way back up to her bedroom. After putting the gun back in its proper place, Sidney turned to pick her phone up so she could send Cotton a quick text message. Her eyes flicked over to where the mask stared back up at her, and a scowl pulled down the corners of her lips.