9“OK, Jordan,”Brady said, leaning toward his husband with a sly smile creeping across his face. “We need the blood to look like ‘oops, I killed my one night stand’ and not ‘my maxi pad overflowed’.”“How am I supposed to know what a maxi pad blowout looks like?” Jordan asked. He planted his feet squarely and crossed his arms over his chest.“Sid?”The two men whirled around to Sidney, standing in the bright sunlight of their loft apartment. Sidney startled at their attention, still holding the spa robe wrapped around her naked body. Brady moved in wild and sweeping gestures while Jordan followed him in methodical and measured steps, gently guiding Brady back to focus.“Well, this got awkward,” she giggled.“Educate us on wayward blood flow,” Brady said, brandishing his camera over the bed.Sidney laughed again and stepped forward to join them.“OK,” she started. “Well, obviously all that blood would originate low. So maybe keep ours up more around the pillows. And lots o
10“Thank you allfor coming.” Sidney’s voice quivered slightly as all eyes found her. Her heart pounded happily at the sight of all the faces crammed into her home. Friendly smiles turned toward her, yet the attention caused her mind to flicker at the same time. She took a deep breath and licked her lips.Her eyes darted around her party, flitting between guests. She had to consciously slip a breath into her speech and slow her focus between each attendee. She stood on the edge of the kitchen, facing out into their dining room. Kendra perched on the first chair, both shoulders facing her, back aligned in effortless posture as always. Amy and Carla squeezed in behind her, Carla absorbing all the color between the two as she compulsively tugged down the hem of a too-short red dress and Amy reclined in plain gray.“We are here tonight to celebrate the launch of my new blog, Final Girl Screaming. All of you are my inner circle, my support system. My lovely roommate, Kendra, who
11“Ithink theonly reason you bring me to this thing is so that I can drive while you play on your phone,” Wes said from the driver’s seat, the jagged mountain edge of the Colorado scenery sliding across the car windows. “I’m not playing. I’m working,” Sidney replied, her eyes still glued to her phone.Wes shot her a glance from behind his sunglasses.“Fine,” Sidney agreed. “I’m mostly working. Playing a little bit.”“Have to keep those stalkers engaged.”“Stalkers and readers. You know these festivals are a huge bump for me.”“Oh, I know.” Wes snaked a piece of licorice out of the bag and snapped it between his teeth. “I would be tweeting too. If I wasn’t, you know, driving you.”“Driving us,” Sidney giggled. She momentarily set her phone down on her lap. “Damn, I’m so excited. Telluride Horror Show is my favorite horror fest.”“Mine too. Not that I’ve been to as many as you.”Wes smiled as he stared out the windshield. Anticipation vibrated between them and fil
12“Holy shit,” Wes exclaimed as they pushed out of the crowded theater and into the crisp mountain night. “Did you see that decapitation?”“Of course I saw that decapitation,” Sidney said, taking long strides to match his excited pace.“It was so slow,” Wes continued. “So visceral. That’s why horror still needs practical effects. CGI couldn’t capture all the textures of flesh and bone and veins that way.”“I agree completely.”“And the way the eyes just sort of twitched and went dead. Amazing. Just amazing!”“So, you liked that one then?” Sidney joked.“Strong start. It was a very strong start.” Wes finally caught up to himself and slowed his steps. “So, now what?”“Oh shit!” Sidney threw her hands up.“What?”“Adam,” she exclaimed. “I haven’t checked my phone.”“You haven’t what? Are you sure you’re OK, Sid?”Sidney playfully shoved at Wes’s shoulder as she extracted her phone from her back pocket. It had snuggled against her so long it left a dent in her flesh. Her anxio
13Sidney peeled herdehydrated eyes open as the early morning sun pierced into her room. As her consciousness surfaced, she felt the thin, uncomfortable wake of all her drinks from the previous night. The high-altitude air she heaved during her run through the dark exacerbated the hangover spreading through her. Her head ached along the back of her forehead, the painful pressure begging her to close her eyes again. When she allowed her eyes to drape shut again, her subconscious swelled over her like a dark flood. Adam emerged first. The feeling of his arms around her through her hoodie, the sweet abrasion of his rough cheek. She dissolved back into that moment as sleep rolled on top of her. The night replayed through her mind until she was back alone on the trail, hearing something large step through the water. She snapped back awake when that something shoved through the branches to get to her.Sidney groaned and dug her fists into her eyes, her heart pulsing through her ear
14Sidney’s hands trembledas she cupped the steaming coffee mug on the breakfast bar in her condo. She gently touched her palms to the mug then retracted as the heat singed the scabs that had hardened there. Exhaustion lay heavily on her muscles, the painful drain of all her flight response adrenaline, yet her mind sprinted in several concurrent and colliding circles. Her thoughts whirled as she stared blankly into the dark liquid in front of her.Her eyes drifted out of focus, her memory assaulting her in staccato bursts. The weight of her attacker climbing up her. Her heartbeat banging so desperately in her ears. The gravel grating against her and digging into her palms as she clawed. The lights of the condo parking lot so far away. She was back in that moment when Wes opened the door, and her arms flinched so hard she nearly spilled the coffee on herself.“Just me,” Wes said, gently.“Was there anything out there?” Sidney said in a shaky voice.Wes answered by holding up
15“Mommy!” Cameron squealed, bounding down the hallway as Aiden opened his front door. Cameron’s smile stretched so wide and so bright that Sidney did not even acknowledge Aiden. He was a doorstop, nothing more.“Mom, you’re back,” Cameron said as he reached her. Sidney let Cameron plow into her midsection and truly felt the tightness in his hug. She didn’t even care to see if Aiden watched. “I missed you,” Cameron said.Sidney could see that he really had. Maybe he had talked to Aiden about how he missed his mom. Maybe he had made Aiden listen to how great she was, for once. Sidney smiled openly in front of her ex-husband for the first time since their marriage had ended. Aiden was mumbling something as Sidney turned, her arm still around Cameron’s shoulders, and walked down the driveway. But she didn’t hear it. She happily shut Cameron’s door behind him and dropped into the driver seat.“How was your trip, Mom?” Cameron said from the backseat. His voice surprised her. The infl
16Adam: Good morning, beautiful.I miss you.Sidney smiled to herself, reading the messages through bleary eyes. She felt relieved to hear from him, to read the affirming words, like an addict getting a fix.She lay on her back in bed as the dawn painted along her ceiling. No alarm waited on her phone since it was the weekend, but she had been watching the light creep into her window, developing the room out of the darkness. The hours had dragged out above her. She had counted the seconds tick off as her mind refused to plunge into sleep, as her brain flexed hyperaware of every noise and creak inside and outside her room.Sidney let a heavy, frustrated breath dribble out of her lips and lifted the phone to her face to read Adam’s messages again. She typed I miss you toointo the field then tapped the delete button until it disappeared again. The cursor blinked, mocking her.Sidney ran her fingertips along the vacant sheet beside her. She turned her head to look at the empty
32Nine Months Later“Hey Mom, you know what I decided?” Cameron said, walking into the kitchen. “What’s that, buddy?” Sidney replied, digging popcorn out of the pantry.“Next time, I want a Black Panther room.”“Didn’t you just get a Spider-Man room? Don’t you still love Spider-Man?” Sidney planted a hand on her hip as she turned to him.“Black Panther is pretty awesome,” Adam said, following Cameron into the kitchen. “But it is hard to choose between him and Spider-Man. If you did an Avengers room, you could augment the Spider-Man you already have with Black Panther. And Captain America. And the Hulk.”“Yeah!” Cameron jumped.“Don’t encourage him,” Sidney laughed. “You’re new here. You don’t get a say.”“He’s here until Sunday,” Cameron countered. “I think he can have a say.”“Only because he’s saying what you want.”“Can we watch a horror movie tonight, Mom?”Sidney hesitated for a moment. Her hand hovering with the folded popcorn bag between her fingertips. Adam looked
31Two months later, on the other side of the new year, Carla and Amy laughed together from Sidney’s freshly-shampooed couch, perched atop her freshly shampooed carpet. Sidney sat in the chair beside them, clutching her wine glass, trying not to see the ghosts of Oliver and herself beside them. Her brain cells were not nearly as clean as the floor and furniture in front of her. Carla leaned forward, swirling the remaining crimson liquid in the bell of her glass. The red in her glass matched the red on her lips matched the red of her snug and low-cut top. Her giggles lingered in a smile on her lips. She looked to Amy then across to Sidney before raising her glass.“Last drink of the night, ladies,” she said, the wine curling at the end of her words. “And it’s to Kendra.”Tears rushed to Sidney’s eyes at hearing Kendra’s name, at seeing three glasses converge when it should have been four, but she smiled through it as she brought her hand forward.“To Kendra,” Sidney echoed.“And
30“Holy shit, my girl nearly beat her stalker to death!” Brady exclaimed. He bounced excitedly across the pavement, escorting Sidney down the street from the police station. Sidney chuckled to herself and picked at the clothes that were not hers, a strange folded stack the officer provided when collecting her clothing as evidence. The cloth rubbed against her skin in unfamiliar patterns, draped from her shoulders in foreign angles.“Brady, stop,” Jordan scolded from Sidney’s other side. “This is not something to celebrate.”“Fuck you, it’s not! Some asshole from the internet stalks our girl, attacks our girl, takes her kid, kills Kendra, then comes for our girl. Then our girl almost kills this fucker!” Brady refused to contain his vibrating blend of glee and pride.“Almost,” Sidney echoed, not sure if she was smiling or grimacing.“I can’t believe you managed to stop yourself, Sid,” Brady continued, breathless. “I don’t think I could have after Kendra.”“I didn’t,” Sidney said
29Sidney took adeep breath as she sank into the couch cushion in her basement. The house around her remained unfamiliar and hollow, yet she felt different in it now. Her mind clung to its reinvention, and she finally inhabited her new space. The nervous flinch threatened at the base of her spine, coiling then relenting enough for her to breathe, for her to simply be. She closed her eyes and took yogic breaths then opened them gently, looking around the room to remind herself how normal it was. The customary popcorn and beer perched on the table between her and the television. Her laptop glowed from the cushion beside her, cursor blinking anticipant of her words. She held the remote as her thumb traced the Play button, watching the sweat trickle down the side of the beer bottle. It all looked the same, but something felt off.“You’re being ridiculous,” she said to herself. “It’s just a movie. Movies didn’t get you into this. It is for the 12 Slays of Christmas; you are watchi
28“Don’t say it,” Sidney mumbled as she approached Brady. She could already see the sympathetic, assessing look in his eye as he tipped his thin-rimmed sunglasses. He leaned his yoga mat against the glass windows of the studio and snatched her into a hug. She clutched him tightly for a moment then stepped back.“Say what?” he asked, innocently.“That I look like hell.”“Oh honey, you already know.” He smiled playfully. “And it doesn’t matter. It only matters if you’re OK, and I’m glad you came out this morning. Have you left the house since it happened?”Sidney shook her head. “I haven’t been able to. The store is still closed. Cameron is still with Aiden. I’m not really eating. So there hasn’t been a reason to.”“Well, you have a reason today.” Brady stooped to gather his yoga mat onto his hip. “We are going to breathe through all this bullshit and find your center.”“What if there is nothing good at my center?” Sidney said before catching the words on her tongue.Brady tur
27Sidney staggered downthe concrete steps, clutching the metal railing. The interior of the police station had become too familiar, haunting her dreams after all these successive visits. It felt like she had never left after Kendra’s death, and even as she stumbled out now, part of her lingered back in the drab room where she was questioned. Her face hurt. Her cheeks stretched taut over the swelling. Her eyelids were puffy, cumbersome when she blinked. Her eyeballs themselves felt raw and exhausted, the same as every cell in her body. Her skeleton was heavy to move, like it would be better placed somewhere dark and final.Her mind did not form thoughts. It could not. The echoes of the police inquiries orbited around Seth’s slumped body in the backroom of the store. The lines of questions reached back and arched into concentric circles, running laps around all the terrible things that had happened. All the events at which she had been the center. Why had she been in the middl
26The trail grewdarker as Sidney ran across the dirt in a panic. She craned her neck to glare at the creek behind her. When she turned back, the night blotted out the light to consume her. The nightmare became only the sound of her crunching footfalls. She sprinted blindly into the black. Then the streetlight appeared. She leaped toward the light, and when her foot landed in the circle of illumination, the ground went liquid beneath her. Her shoe vanished beneath the gravel like quicksand. Before she could stop it, her other foot followed. The ground swallowed her feet, slurping greedily to her waist. She could not move her legs or fight against the pressure crushing her beneath the surface. She screamed and howled into the empty night, clawing desperately at the dirt as it climbed her body. As the edge reached her chest, something crashed down on top of her, pushing her deeper into her struggle.Kendra’s limp and lifeless corpse landed on her head, blocking out the streetli
25“Mommy!”Cameron hollered as Sidney opened the front door. “Cam, baby.” Sidney dropped to one knee so that she could swallow her son in a hug.With Cameron pressed into her chest, Sidney closed her eyes and took the first real breath she had in days. When she exhaled, her shoulders finally lowered. She melted into him, and when he went to release her, she clung to him an extra second longer. The house around them instantly felt smaller, less cavernous and vacant.“Hey, Sidney,” Aiden said as he stepped in behind Cameron.“Hi, Aiden.” Sidney finally released Cameron, her fingertips still lingering on his shoulders. “Thanks for bringing Cam over.”Aiden awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved his eyes around the living room. “It looks good in here,” he said. “You’ve already unpacked a lot.”“I couldn’t really sleep.”Aiden nodded but did not step further into the house.“Cam, buddy, I’m going to put your bag right here,” Aiden leaned the backpack against th
24The new housewas too quiet, as if the boxes lining the room absorbed the sound and sucked up the air around Sidney. She felt like she could not breathe so alone, in such oppressive silence. Sidney stood uneasy inside the front door, shoes squeaking on the tile under her, fingers fidgeting in her keys. She did not know how to be alone in this new place, herplace. She could not stand how loud it all seemed in silence. Cameron and Savannah not giggling as they ran through the hallways chasing each other.Kendra not in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine and talking about her ex-husband.No one. Nothing. Just unfamiliar rooms filled with Sidney’s possessions hastily crammed into wilted boxes.When Brady and Jordan ran out of enthusiasm for moving furniture and even free pizza could not rekindle them, Sidney had told them she would be fine. When she kissed Adam goodbye in the departure drop-off lane at the airport, she had told him she would be fine. She was not fine. N