Jackie knew you better than you knew herself and she used that information to her advantage; she knew what you were scared of and how to make you feel better, knew what you liked and disliked, she knew how to protect you.

And that last fact was quite useful these last couple of days.

A serial killer had been terrorizing the habitants of Wiskayok—Ghostface, they named the killer. Your girlfriend didn't leave your side anymore; she offered you rides to school and literally anywhere you needed to go.

Yet you felt like you were taking advantage of her kindness.

Your house was suffocating you and you just needed to get out. Jackie was the one who walked with you at the nearby park when moments like that occurred, yet you knew she had errants, and you definitely weren't going to bother her. The most rational thing to do would had been to simply stay in your house, right? Right! But you didn't do that—you decided to go out for a walk.

The worst thing that could had happened at the park happened. A scream ripped through your chest at the sight of a body and the blood—of Ghostaface in a dark area of the park, letting the killer know of your presence. You then understood why people died so easily in horror movies—the fear paralyzed you. Ghostface dropped the knife, a deep voice coming from behind the mask. "Wait—wait, wait, wait—baby—please—"

What?

The killer took the mask off—revealing the face of your lovely girlfriend Jackie Taylor. "Please don’t freak out." Jackie begged, voice breaking. "I didn’t want you to find out like this—"

Walking closer to you, she dropped to her knees—gloved hands gripping your legs, smearing blood all over your jeans. "I-I love you! Please—i love you." She exclaimed, pressing her face against your stomach. "D-Don't leave me... i did this f-for you! H-He always looked at you weirdly!" She then added.

Jackie was on her knees, clinging to you like a child, like you were her lifeline; and the worst part? Some sick, twisted part of you didn’t feel afraid.
 You felt wanted.