‘ BUT I AM SCARED OF YOU. EVERYONE WHO COMES AROUND YOU DIES. AND YOUR FRIENDS SHOULD BE SCARED, TOO, BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE. ‘ harsh words; true words, unsettling and destructive words that prick at your skin like a thousand needles, leaving marks on final girl flesh. ‘ YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH. ‘ you’re defensive, nails digging into your palms; eyes brimming with angry tears, stinging baby blue eyes. ‘ WHAT YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH? PIPER BUTCHERED EIGHT PEOPLE BUT MAGICALLY DIDN’T TOUCH A HAIR ON YOUR HEAD. ‘ your shaking your head now, memories flashing; dead bodies and blood and tears, buckets and buckets of tears; the town slowly drowning in love’s lost. ‘ THAT’S NOT TRUE. ‘ your voice breaks, anger boiling in your chest. you blame yourself; you always have. guilt sits perfectly on your shoulders, weighing you down; ready to bury you, ready to bring you to bruised knees and pray for death because it would be far kinder than this. ‘ THEN YOU SHOT HER IN THE FACE, SO WE ONLY GOT YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY. ’ your lips part, pink and plump; trembling. your chest feels hollow. you feel hollow, a shell of a girl you used to be. it hurts. everything hurts and everyone is watching as lakewood’s most notorious survivor is being torn apart, limb by limb. and they’re all just watching; still. they don’t dare make a sound, don’t dare want to miss not even a second of this horror show. ‘ HER WHOLE FAMILY’S CRAZY, AREN’T THEY? ANYTIME THERE’S A KILLER LOOSE, SOMEHOW THERE’S ALWAYS A CRAZY DUVAL LEFT STANDING! ‘ your shoulders hunch, your posture dies; the scar on your stomach begins to ache and you want to lower shaky digits to trace over it; ease the pain. but you can’t. everyone’s watching. and all you can think of is your mother, daisy — maggie. your innocent, selfless mother who shared your honey blonde hair and wide smile; a woman who has been through so much, yet remained so strong. the original final girl. your mother. your mother! and you cannot hold it in, your heart is breaking but not for yourself, but for your mother and before anyone can stop you, you pull away from audrey and raise your hand, using all your force to slap this girl, this girl that thinks she has you all figured out right across the face. it stings, your palm red from the impact. and you expect some relief, you expect gratification but you get none. you still feel just as guilty, just as empty as you had before.
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