Accidentally Indulged In Too Much Me Time, Turns Out Ive Been Reported Missing For Over Six Months And

accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities

sidney  used  to  love  the  idea  of  having  a  family  of  her  own  someday.  whether  she  ended  up  hitting  it  big  in  the  acting  world  and  living  in  la  or  relocating  back  to  woodsboro,  she  did  plan  on  getting  married  some  day  to  the  right  person,  settling  down,  and  having  children—at  least  two,  probably  three,  white  picket  fence,  dog,  suv—everything  that’s  part  of  that  cliché  picture  of  the  american  dream.

her  mother’s  sudden  murder  shook  her  to  her  core  and  caused  a  whole  set  of  intimacy  issues  in  her  life,  which  was  only  intensified  with  the  woodsboro  murders  and  the  realization  that  her  high  school  sweetheart  had  orchestrated  not  only  that  massacre,  but  her  mother’s  murder.  as  resilient  as  sidney  has  proven  to  be,  it  takes  her  a  while  to  completely  repair  that  damage  and  piece  herself  back  together.  

by  the  time  she  enters  college,  she’s  back  to  some  semblance  of  normality;  a  little  more  cynical,  a  little  more  sarcastic,  but  still  herself.  she  has  a  small  group  of  friends,  she  tends  to  favor  a  quiet  night  in  on  the  weekends  as  opposed  to  partying  with  her  peers,  and  she’s  found  a  guy  she  can  trust  well  enough  to  enter  an  exclusive,  serious  relationship.  she’s  worked  to  put  the  past  behind  her  so  she  can  move  forward  and  not  be  tied  down  by  her  mother’s  sins.  

when  the  windsor  college  murders  happen,  she’s  thrown  back  into  that  special  circle  of  hell  that  she  never  asked  for;  immediately,  she  starts  doubting  her  trust  in  derek,  remembering  everything  between  her  and  billy,  how  he  perfectly  crafted  himself  as  an  innocent  suspect-turned-victim,  how  he  got  into  her  head  and  made  her  think  she  was  overthinking,  paranoid,  and  stuck  on  her  mother’s  death  when  she  should  be  moving  on.  she  didn’t  want  to  place  herself  back  in  that  situation  of  trusting  someone  so  close  to  her,  only  to  be  hurt  by  them—ultimately,  her  damaged  trust  in  derek  is  what  leads  to  his  death.

the  windsor  college  murders  are,  again,  a  result  of  someone  (debbie  salt/mrs.  loomis)  seeking  out  revenge  against  maureen  prescott  by  targeting  sidney  in  an  attempt  to  kill  her.  with  the  loss  of  more  friends,  the  betrayal  of  someone  she  trusted,  and  the  loss  of  derek,  sidney  chooses  to  fall  off  the  grid  completely  with  the  hopes  that,  if  she  distances  herself  from  the  rest  of  society,  her  friends,  her  loved  ones,  people  will  stop  getting  hurt.

a  life  of  loneliness,  after  all,  is  better  than  a  life  of  loss.

as  we  all  know,  it  doesn’t  work;  the  killer  attacking  the  actors  of  STAB  3  finds  her  and  baits  her  back  into  society.  she’s  thrown  into  another  massacre  where  the  killer  is  leaving  publicity  stills  of  her  young  mother  at  the  scene  of  each  murder,  one  with  the  message:  I  KILLED  HER.  randy,  in  a  post-mortem  appearance  via  video,  warns  sidney,  gale,  and  dewey  that  they’re  part  of  the  concluding  chapter  of  a  trilogy—meaning  something  hidden  from  the  very  beginning  is  about  to  come  to  light,  and  there’s  a  very  real  possibility  that  sidney  will  die.  she’s  grappling  with  a  deteriorating  psyche,  hallucinations  of  her  mother,  attempting  to  figure  out  what’s  real  and  what’s  all  in  her  head,  if  anything  is  in  her  head  in  the  first  place—and  when  the  truth  comes  crashing  down,  it  comes  crashing  down  hard.  

the  fact  that  her  mother  had  a  child  before  sidney,  that  sidney  had  an  older  half-brother  she  never  knew  about,  and  that  he  was  behind  maureen’s  murder  and  unintentionally  triggered  the  massacres  that  followed  and  the  physical  and  psychological  trauma  sidney’s  had  to  endure  over  the  span  of  five  to  six  years  hits  her  like  a  freight  train.  she  makes  it  out  alive,  the  past  is  settled,  and  she  doesn’t  blame  her  mother  for  the  bad  things  that  have  happened,  but  it  takes  some  time  to  come  to  terms  with  everything.  when  she  does,  even  though  she’s  confident  that  the  past  is  laid  to  rest  and  there’s  no  more  people  out  for  revenge  against  her  mother,  parts  of  her  are  forever  changed.  how  could  they  not  be?  she  used  to  think  she  had  the  perfect  mom  and  the  perfect  family;  to  come  to  terms  with  the  whole  secret  life  her  mother  had  and  the  murderous  and  unhinged  half-brother  that  she  never  knew  colored  her  view  of  families—at  least,  of  her  own,  and  of  the  one  she  could  potentially  have.

the  woodsboro  massacre  reboot  in  2011  doesn’t  help  that  colored  perspective  whatsoever.  sidney’s  absolutely  a  strong  person.  she  fights  back,  she  pulls  no  punches,  she  doesn’t  blame  herself  for  what  happened,  and  she  deals  with  the  blows  as  they  come  to  her.  however,  at  age  thirty,  unmarried,  single  and  childless,  she  doesn’t  exactly  love  the  idea  of  having  a  family  any  more.  it’s  not  because  she’s  cynical  at  the  thought  of  families  as  a  whole;  if  she  met  the  right  person  and  it  felt  right  to  her,  she  probably  would  get  married.  

children,  however,  is  an  entirely  different  matter  by  this  point  in  her  life.  at  sixteen,  her  mother  died.  at  seventeen,  her  boyfriend  tried  to  kill  her.  at  nineteen,  she  found  herself  thrown  into  another  murder  spree.  at  twenty,  she  was  dragged  out  of  hiding  and  hit  with  the  truth  that  her  half-brother  was  both  directly  and  indirectly  responsible  for  all  of  the  above.  at  thirty,  she  almost  died  at  the  hand  of  her  own  cousin,  fame-hungry  and  desperate  to  step  into  the  spotlight  of  victimhood.  maureen  never  saw  the  trauma  coming,  but  sidney’s  lived  half  her  life  drowning  in  it.  the  idea  of  bringing  a  child  into  such  a  world  is  unthinkable  to  her.  

at  sixteen,  she  imagined  she’d  be  well-off  and  raising  a  family  of  her  own  in  her  thirties.  at  thirty,  she’s  grateful  to  be  alive  and  still  sane.

`   *      iii.     DON’T  FEAR  THE  REAPER‚    BILLY  LOOMIS . `   *      iii.     I  THINK  I  LOVE  YOU  —  ISN’T  THAT  WHAT  LIFE  IS  MADE  OF‚    DEREK  FELDMAN . `   *      iii.     I’D  LET  THE  GEEK  GET  THE  GIRL‚    RANDY  MEEKS .

billy’s  calculated  abuse  and  manipulation  of  sidney  sticks  with  her  for  THREE  YEARS (possibly  longer  but  in  the  movies  it’s  roughly  three  years)  after  the  events  of  the  woodsboro  murders  and  people  wonder  why  I  have  no  interest  in  canon-based  redemption  arcs  where  sidney  forgives  billy

thrust  into  the  national  spotlight  at  the  young  age  of  sixteen,  the  last  few  years  of  sidney  prescott’s  life  have  been  chronicled  by  headlines  telling  a  harrowing  story  of  a  girl  plagued  by  trauma  and  tragedy.  between  her  mother’s  brutal  murder  and  the  killing  spree  that  disrupted  life  in  the  peaceful  community  of  woodsboro,  all  by  her  high  school  sweetheart’s  hand,  it’s  all  most  people  know  about  her.  

it’s  something  she  desperately  wants  to  change,  to  leave  the  past  behind  her  and  start  anew.  but  a  fresh  start  isn’t  so  easy;  not  when  billy  loomis  seemingly  disappeared  without  a  trace  before  he  could  be  intercepted  by  the  authorities  and  brought  to  justice  for  the  murders  of  maureen  prescott  and  several  students  at  woodsboro,  among  others.  police  combed  the  surrounding  areas  for  weeks,  searching  for  any  sign  of  him,  but  found  nothing.  eventually  the  case  went  cold  and  billy  loomis  became  another  forgotten  news  story,  a  distant  memory  in  the  mind  of  the  rest  of  the  world.  

but  for  sidney?  he  was  always  stuck  in  the  forefront  of  her  mind,  haunting  her  more  in  disappearance  than  he  ever  had  in  person,  a  ghost  she  couldn’t  shake.  even  as  the  weeks  bled  into  months,  she  would  find  herself  looking  over  her  shoulder,  checking  to  make  sure  there  wasn’t  a  familiar  figure  in  the  shadows  lurking,  stalking,  waiting  for  the  chance  to  strike.  

her  first  semblance  of  peace  came  when  she  packed  up  her  things  and  moved  over  two  thousand  miles  east,  to  windsor’s  campus  in  ohio.  college  was  a  natural  next  step  for  sidney,  and  she  found  herself  blossoming  out  of  the  darkness  woodsboro  held  for  her  and  into  a  woman  of  her  own.  she  had  a  roommate  she  got  along  great  with,  she  had  friends  who  brought  out  that  happy-go-lucky  side  of  her  that  had  been  hidden  away  for  too  long,  and  she  thrived  in  her  theatre  classes.  while  woodsboro  and  the  thought  of  billy  loomis  still  creeped  up  on  her  now  and  again,  it  was  easier  to  shake  in  a  new  environment.  billy  had  over  a  year  to  make  his  move,  and  he  hadn’t.  maybe  she  was  safe  after  all.

one  night  she  was  walking  back  to  her  dorm  from  the  library,  the  only  thing  breaking  the  shroud  of  the  night  around  campus  being  the  street  lamps  that  lit  the  way  home;  when  she  ran  into  construction  on  the  main  walkway,  she  opted  for  a  different  route:  longer  by  several  minutes,  but  safe.  it  had  to  be  safe.  why  wouldn’t  it  be  safe?

the  tunnel  she  took  was  dark,  and  chilling,  and  perhaps  not  the  best  move,  even  though  she  knew  it  would  place  her  directly  toward  her  dorm  on  the  other  side.  but  when  she  finally  emerged  after  what  felt  like  miles  of  walking,  there  was  no  dorm.  there  was  no  walkway.  the  windsor  campus  had  vanished,  and  in  its  place  was  a  campfire,  with  new  faces  sat  in  front  of  the  flames,  looking  as  unnerved  as  she  felt,  moreso  when  she  learned  there  was  only  one  way  out  of  this  cold,  dark  place—and  getting  out  was  going  to  be  murder.

`   *      i.     DON’T  FUCK  WITH  THE  ORIGINAL‚    SIDNEY  PRESCOTT . `   *      i.     THEY  BROKE  MY  WINGS  AND  FORGOT  I  HAD  CLAWS‚    STUDY . `   *      i.     I  ALWAYS  FEEL  SAD  FOR  THE  GIRL  I  ONCE  WAS‚    AES . `   *      i.     WHAT’S  YOUR  FAVORITE  SCARY  MOVIE‚    PROMPT . `   *      i.     I  WANNA  PLAY  A  GAME‚    ANSWERED . `   *      i.     BUT  THIS  IS  LIFE  —  THIS  ISN’T  A  MOVIE‚    THREAD .