TW: Cursing, mentions of blood, hand injury, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.3K
NOTE: Just one more chapter leftttt. Also sry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes :p edited this in kind of a rush
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Mom parked by the greenhouse. I anxiously clenched the box with the fingers, searching the passing teenagers for familiar faces: Sam's or Ginger's. Neither of us moved from the car.
"Go get you sister," Mom sighed, observing the crowd too. She looked cold and distant.
I gulped. "Mom, we-"
"You've done a terrible thing but..." She whispered and reached out to cares Brigitte's cheek. "You're still my babies,"
"It's normal if you leave but I won't let anyone take you both away from me," Mom said and I couldn't look away from her trembling and tearful face.
"Tomorrow I'll fill our house with gas and light a match," She said.
I almost gasped. "What, mom? No," It seemed like our morbid thoughts have rubbed off on her. Poor Brigitte looked at Mom with wide, almost judgmental, eyes.
"We can start fresh, just us, girls," Mom smiled but her eyes looked tired, her face sunken and long, even her pumpkin earnings looked dull.
"What about dad?" Brigitte whispered.
Mom sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. "He'll just blame me, everyone will,"
"It's not your fault, mom..." At my words, her face twisted, wrinkled into a cartoonist frown. The light from the party illuminated her tears and she didn't say anything.
I tugged at Brigitte's sleeve, getting out of the car. "Just... lock your doors, okay?" I said to Mom and we quickly walked away.
The party seemed like it might've actually been fun, if we weren't looking for an almost-turned Ginger. It was loud, with loud music and even louder voices trying to talk over the lyrics. The smell was a mixture of cigarette smoke, weed and sweat with an occasional whiff of cheap perfumes that somehow made the wide selection of scents even worse.
Everything was dark, I couldn't see my feet and recognizing faces was harder.
I squeezed Brigitte's hand tighter, hoping not to lose her between the people, who were bumping into us. And finally, I spotted Sam's rooms open door. That part of the greenhouse was empty, the chaos now far away.
Sam's voice echoed as he yelled at Ginger and through the small gap in the door, I could see him. He screamed and fell to the ground when I opened the door, revealing Ginger.
Ginger didn't look like herself anymore, her hair fully white, face wrinkled and eyes lost somewhere in a sea of hunger and furry.
"What the hell!" I yelled. Sam whined on the floor and my stomach twisted.
Ginger only snarled and pushed me with unexpected force. I screamed and fell, more like flew, back onto the desk, the impact knocking some stuff from it. My back pounded from the pain in my spine that crawled up until my neck and sparked in my fingertips, making them numb for a few seconds.
I collapsed to the ground. Someone was screaming: Sam, Brigitte, Ginger - all of their voices mixed together. My vision wasn't very helpful either, just a mix of colors and shapes, all dotting around.
I patted around on the ground.
"Take me!" Brigitte's voice came out clearer and my vision started to clear too. Trying to crawl to Brigitte, I glanced at Sam. His eyes were on me already, wide and worried, like he had forgotten his own pain.
Brigitte was slicing her hand with a knife and after standing up, barely holding myself up, I grabbed at her but she yanked away. "Brigitte, what are you doing?"
My vision got cleared and clearer with every blink and I could finally understand what was happening. Brigitte was slicing Ginger's hand now and with absolute horror, I dropped on my knees, peeling the knife away from Brigitte and grabbing her other hand. Her palm was sweaty under my fingers.
"No!" I screamed, holding down her trembling hand. My voice was cracking but I didn't care. "What the fuck are you doing!"
Brigitte pulled her hand free and intertwined it with Ginger's, letting herself get infected like signing herself up for death. Sam yelled somewhere behind me and I threw myself between them, trying to rip they hands apart. Brigitte pushed me, grasped my arm and forced me to look at her.
She was silently asking me to trust her, to understand. I slumped to the floor, lip trembling, until Brigitte pulled Ginger and I out of the room.
"We've got to go," She said. I looked back at Sam, who was still on the floor in pain, before disappearing into the crowd of the party.
We stumbled out of the greenhouse and Ginger stopped, her voice changing between hers and a hollow sound.
"I can't..." She panted. "I'm... turning too fast,"
I was about to pull her to continue but she groaned and with a clang, fell down. Sam was standing behind her unconscious body, shovel in hand.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Brigitte yelled while I looked at Ginger, who laid completely still.
Sam was breathing hard, clenching his hand. "I can't let you do this," He said, looking between Brigitte and I.
"The cure works, we just need to get Ginger to our house, we can make more of it there," I said.
"Well, shit, how was I supposed to know that?" Sam said, throwing the shovel to the side. I looked at his hand, concerned.
"Can you drive us home?" I said with a wild heart. "I don't think any of us can walk..." I looked at Brigitte, who's face had turned pale. She clutched her sliced hand.
Sam nodded but didn't look away from my face. Pretending not to notice, I helped Brigitte lift Ginger.
Brigitte and I were cramped in the front passenger seat and she was leaning on me for support, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I opened her injured palm. The cut was already healing.
"Jesus..." Sam whispered, noticing the wound. "She could've killed you, y'know. Ginger, I mean," He nodded to the back of the truck where we locked Ginger up.
I bit my lip. He was right but I couldn't leave Ginger alone or Brigitte with her.
Thinking back to how I ran away from Sam, my body heated up. "Sorry about earlier..." I muttered, very quietly, hoping that maybe Sam didn't hear it but he did and gave me a smile.
"When we get to the house, we cure Ginger then Brigitte," I said.
Sam didn't say anything for a second. "Then what?" He asked with a deep, tired voice.
"We run," Sam only looked at me, his eyes betraying unsaid words. We had to make it out alive first.
Brigitte stirred by my side, followed by a muffled cough from Ginger. She was turning fast and we didn't know how much longer she would hold on.
When we got to the house, Brigitte was up, trembling and unsteady but determined. She opened the garage door for Sam.
"I'll be right back," She said, taking the syringe, while Sam and I got out.
"How's your arm?" I asked, pointing at it. He had it gently tucked to the side.
"Feels like shit," He said but quickly added after seeing my frown. "But I'll be okay,"
I nodded. Cold air filtered in through the open garage door and I took a deep breath.
"Shit," Sam suddenly cursed loudly and I almost jumped. He was looking at his vans back door, which was ajar. My heart dropped to my stomach. I could hear it pounding in my ears. "Yeah, so... I meant to fix that,"
Brigitte inhaled. "Did she get out?"
I peeked through the window with Sam by my side. "God, I hope not..." He muttered beside me, squinting into the darkness. Brigitte passed him a flashlight and I backed up.
All of us were too scared to breathe.
A leap and a roar broke through the doors, knocking Sam back and into the wall. For a second I saw something before it knocked down Brigitte and I too. Whatever it was, was not human and definitely not Ginger.
The creature was loudly growling, breaking stuff all over the place inside the house. Sam cursed and crawled over to Brigitte and I, where we squatted in the doorway.
"The monkshoods is in there," I whispered. Our breathing was the only thing I could hear.
"This is crazy," Sam whispered back.
I pulled the flashlight from his hands, his fingers tickling mine, and tiptoed into the house.
TW: Cursing, mentions of blood, hand injury, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.3K
NOTE: Just one more chapter leftttt. Also sry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes :p edited this in kind of a rush
You can also read it on Wattpad here.
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Mom parked by the greenhouse. I anxiously clenched the box with the fingers, searching the passing teenagers for familiar faces: Sam's or Ginger's. Neither of us moved from the car.
"Go get you sister," Mom sighed, observing the crowd too. She looked cold and distant.
I gulped. "Mom, we-"
"You've done a terrible thing but..." She whispered and reached out to cares Brigitte's cheek. "You're still my babies,"
"It's normal if you leave but I won't let anyone take you both away from me," Mom said and I couldn't look away from her trembling and tearful face.
"Tomorrow I'll fill our house with gas and light a match," She said.
I almost gasped. "What, mom? No," It seemed like our morbid thoughts have rubbed off on her. Poor Brigitte looked at Mom with wide, almost judgmental, eyes.
"We can start fresh, just us, girls," Mom smiled but her eyes looked tired, her face sunken and long, even her pumpkin earnings looked dull.
"What about dad?" Brigitte whispered.
Mom sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. "He'll just blame me, everyone will,"
"It's not your fault, mom..." At my words, her face twisted, wrinkled into a cartoonist frown. The light from the party illuminated her tears and she didn't say anything.
I tugged at Brigitte's sleeve, getting out of the car. "Just... lock your doors, okay?" I said to Mom and we quickly walked away.
The party seemed like it might've actually been fun, if we weren't looking for an almost-turned Ginger. It was loud, with loud music and even louder voices trying to talk over the lyrics. The smell was a mixture of cigarette smoke, weed and sweat with an occasional whiff of cheap perfumes that somehow made the wide selection of scents even worse.
Everything was dark, I couldn't see my feet and recognizing faces was harder.
I squeezed Brigitte's hand tighter, hoping not to lose her between the people, who were bumping into us. And finally, I spotted Sam's rooms open door. That part of the greenhouse was empty, the chaos now far away.
Sam's voice echoed as he yelled at Ginger and through the small gap in the door, I could see him. He screamed and fell to the ground when I opened the door, revealing Ginger.
Ginger didn't look like herself anymore, her hair fully white, face wrinkled and eyes lost somewhere in a sea of hunger and furry.
"What the hell!" I yelled. Sam whined on the floor and my stomach twisted.
Ginger only snarled and pushed me with unexpected force. I screamed and fell, more like flew, back onto the desk, the impact knocking some stuff from it. My back pounded from the pain in my spine that crawled up until my neck and sparked in my fingertips, making them numb for a few seconds.
I collapsed to the ground. Someone was screaming: Sam, Brigitte, Ginger - all of their voices mixed together. My vision wasn't very helpful either, just a mix of colors and shapes, all dotting around.
I patted around on the ground.
"Take me!" Brigitte's voice came out clearer and my vision started to clear too. Trying to crawl to Brigitte, I glanced at Sam. His eyes were on me already, wide and worried, like he had forgotten his own pain.
Brigitte was slicing her hand with a knife and after standing up, barely holding myself up, I grabbed at her but she yanked away. "Brigitte, what are you doing?"
My vision got cleared and clearer with every blink and I could finally understand what was happening. Brigitte was slicing Ginger's hand now and with absolute horror, I dropped on my knees, peeling the knife away from Brigitte and grabbing her other hand. Her palm was sweaty under my fingers.
"No!" I screamed, holding down her trembling hand. My voice was cracking but I didn't care. "What the fuck are you doing!"
Brigitte pulled her hand free and intertwined it with Ginger's, letting herself get infected like signing herself up for death. Sam yelled somewhere behind me and I threw myself between them, trying to rip they hands apart. Brigitte pushed me, grasped my arm and forced me to look at her.
She was silently asking me to trust her, to understand. I slumped to the floor, lip trembling, until Brigitte pulled Ginger and I out of the room.
"We've got to go," She said. I looked back at Sam, who was still on the floor in pain, before disappearing into the crowd of the party.
We stumbled out of the greenhouse and Ginger stopped, her voice changing between hers and a hollow sound.
"I can't..." She panted. "I'm... turning too fast,"
I was about to pull her to continue but she groaned and with a clang, fell down. Sam was standing behind her unconscious body, shovel in hand.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Brigitte yelled while I looked at Ginger, who laid completely still.
Sam was breathing hard, clenching his hand. "I can't let you do this," He said, looking between Brigitte and I.
"The cure works, we just need to get Ginger to our house, we can make more of it there," I said.
"Well, shit, how was I supposed to know that?" Sam said, throwing the shovel to the side. I looked at his hand, concerned.
"Can you drive us home?" I said with a wild heart. "I don't think any of us can walk..." I looked at Brigitte, who's face had turned pale. She clutched her sliced hand.
Sam nodded but didn't look away from my face. Pretending not to notice, I helped Brigitte lift Ginger.
Brigitte and I were cramped in the front passenger seat and she was leaning on me for support, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I opened her injured palm. The cut was already healing.
"Jesus..." Sam whispered, noticing the wound. "She could've killed you, y'know. Ginger, I mean," He nodded to the back of the truck where we locked Ginger up.
I bit my lip. He was right but I couldn't leave Ginger alone or Brigitte with her.
Thinking back to how I ran away from Sam, my body heated up. "Sorry about earlier..." I muttered, very quietly, hoping that maybe Sam didn't hear it but he did and gave me a smile.
"When we get to the house, we cure Ginger then Brigitte," I said.
Sam didn't say anything for a second. "Then what?" He asked with a deep, tired voice.
"We run," Sam only looked at me, his eyes betraying unsaid words. We had to make it out alive first.
Brigitte stirred by my side, followed by a muffled cough from Ginger. She was turning fast and we didn't know how much longer she would hold on.
When we got to the house, Brigitte was up, trembling and unsteady but determined. She opened the garage door for Sam.
"I'll be right back," She said, taking the syringe, while Sam and I got out.
"How's your arm?" I asked, pointing at it. He had it gently tucked to the side.
"Feels like shit," He said but quickly added after seeing my frown. "But I'll be okay,"
I nodded. Cold air filtered in through the open garage door and I took a deep breath.
"Shit," Sam suddenly cursed loudly and I almost jumped. He was looking at his vans back door, which was ajar. My heart dropped to my stomach. I could hear it pounding in my ears. "Yeah, so... I meant to fix that,"
Brigitte inhaled. "Did she get out?"
I peeked through the window with Sam by my side. "God, I hope not..." He muttered beside me, squinting into the darkness. Brigitte passed him a flashlight and I backed up.
All of us were too scared to breathe.
A leap and a roar broke through the doors, knocking Sam back and into the wall. For a second I saw something before it knocked down Brigitte and I too. Whatever it was, was not human and definitely not Ginger.
The creature was loudly growling, breaking stuff all over the place inside the house. Sam cursed and crawled over to Brigitte and I, where we squatted in the doorway.
"The monkshoods is in there," I whispered. Our breathing was the only thing I could hear.
"This is crazy," Sam whispered back.
I pulled the flashlight from his hands, his fingers tickling mine, and tiptoed into the house.
TW: Cursing, too much smoking, mentions of blood and a dead body, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 2.3K
NOTE: Finally more romance :))) A bit cheesy but wtv.
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Brigitte and I had gotten dressed earlier and slipped back in to bed, impatiently waiting for the alarm to go off and for Ginger to go to the bathroom. When she finally did, I jumped from my bed and put a wooden plank against the door, keeping it in place. Brigitte hid the knife that was lying around, still bloody from last night.
"Uh, hello?" Ginger said, shaking the door. "What the fuck?"
I collected the dried Monkshood, feeling a little uncertain about our plan. "I'm sorry but this way you can't hurt anyone or yourself," I called out to my sister.
Ginger banged on the door with surprising force. Brigitte was staring at it, fists clenched. "We'll be back after we get the cure," She said and I ushered her out.
We ran away. Away from a screaming and cursing Ginger and away from the curse that had caused us pain. I was determined to get that cure, one way or another.
Sam's greenhouse was decorated for the annual Halloween party, happening tonight, which usually was the most action and noise the town had seen all year - teens drinking, screaming, dancing in the fog of smoke and cheap costumes. We rushed between the decorations, flowers in hand.
I knocked but didn't wait for a response, peeling the door open. The room was filled with airy smoke.
"We're closed, so just, fuck off," Sam mumbled, not noticing it's us.
"Hey," I said, walking up to where he was sitting. My whole body was pulsating. Sam sat up straighter, not expecting it to be me. He looked at me for a little too long before averting his gaze to Brigitte, who gave him an awkward smile.
"Oh, hi,"
"I saw the decorations," I said, motioning to the direction Brigitte and I just came from, a little breathless, like everything was just sucked out of my head and lungs. The feeling was a new habit at this point, bubbling to the surface every time Sam was around. The fact that we basically ran here wasn't helping.
Sam put out his cigarette, calm and cool. "Yeah, I'm prepping for my annual blowout. Not sure if it's gonna happen with the cops on my ass,"
"About Trina?" I asked. Sam nodded slowly, like thinking about it was physically draining him. It probably was.
He held my gaze until Brigitte elbowed me in the side. She was silently nagging me to remember what we came here for. Collecting myself, I cleared my throat.
"Right..." I sat down next to Sam, putting the flowers down for him to see. "It's an emergency. We need the cure now,"
While Brigitte nervously fidgeted by my side, Sam was staring at the plant in disbelief, mouth slightly open. "Holy shit, that's monkshood!"
"I don't know if you smoke it or eat it or whatever, but we just need it now," I could feel my hands beginning to tremble in anticipation just thinking about being so close to getting the one thing that would stop this nightmare. Ginger would no longer need to fight herself.
Sam looked away, thinking. "Well, you've got me but... I'd say our best bet would be directly injecting it,"
My breath hitched.
"But, you see, that's a bad ideas," Sam sighed. "'Cause we don't know what this stuff does, I mean for one, there could be severe side effects,"
I slowly looked up at Brigitte. She looked like she was about to throw up, pale and tight-lipped.
"Well, it can't make it any worse, right?" I softly said, trying to smile at Sam but it felt, and looked, more like an unnatural grimace.
"We'd have to guess the dosage," said Sam. "It'd have to be since there's no way to match for metabolism or body weight,"
I stared at the dried flowers and a deep silence settle in the room. This was pretty much the only way to cure Ginger, or at least the only one we thought of. It felt almost like fate that the flowers practically fell into out hands.
Even if it wasn't safe or didn't work, knowing we were doing something, not just sitting around, waiting for Ginger to snap, to hurt others and even herself, was comforting. A stronger determination lit up my body.
"Let's... let's do it," I said. Sam inspected my face until finally, he nodded.
We were preparing the cure in Sam's room, picking off the petals, mixing them with rubbing alcohol and heating the final mixture up.
"Your skills are really coming in handy," I joked, pointing out how we were preparing the cure and the tools we were using.
One side of Sam's mouth perked up, just like it did yesterday out on the grass. "Well, I can't let myself be useless,"
Stupidly smiling to myself, I tried to hide it. Sam filled up the syringe with the deep, purple fluid and we all stared at it complete silence. It practically fuzzed and bubbled with anticipation, as did we.
Sam held the cure up.
"Understand that you might kill her trying to save her..." He whispered just loudly enough. "Try to come tonight,"
I nodded, taking the syringe, determined. "Okay. Let's go!"
Brigitte shook her head. "I want to do this. Alone,"
Thinking she's joking, I scoffed but her eye's were dead serious. Their bond was the only thing keeping them together, even if it has been stretched thin and tested these past few weeks. I was only in the way.
Hesitantly, Brigitte took the cure from my hand.
"Just be carefully, please..." I said and Brigitte smiled before leaving or, rather, running out.
I sat down on Sam's bed, nervous for Brigitte and especially Ginger. I had no way of knowing if it had worked, not until Brigitte came back in the evening, if she did. Pulling out my cigarette pack, destroyed and crumpled from being in my pocket all the time and I noticed I was out, the pack just a black void of self destruction in my trembling hand.
"Shit..."
Sam pulled a far too familiar box out of a drawer, giving me a reassuring smile. It was my favorite brand.
"Wha-Where? I've been looking for these everywhere," I breathed out, looking at the box, much shinier than mine, the logo, for once, recognizable, like I've been reunited with an old friend.
"I drove to the neighboring town a few days ago, saw them, thought of you and, well, here we are," He said, voice soft.
Sam pulled once cigarette out and positioned it between his lips and I, using his lighter, lit it for him. The smell had a familiar, comforting pull.
We sat next to each other in silence, I used the time to replay the morning fuss, the moment strangely just a blur of screaming and nervous, beating hearts, until Sam shattered it.
"I can practically hear you worrying out of you're mind," He laughed and offered me his cigarette. I obviously accepted. "They'll be okay,"
I hummed, watching the smoke blow out of my mouth. "Thank you, you know, for everything, you didn't even know us before all this,"
"You don't need to thank me, again," Sam reassured, expression soft but kind. Something started to sprout in my chest. "I did it for you because I wanted to,"
Our bodies were close to one another, hands practically touching on the duvet, one knee about to bump into another. Sam looked so relaxed, a small smile decorating his face, smoke escaped his mouth like silent words, not needed to be spoken. I blinked, averting my gaze.
"You know..." The urge to say everything that was on my mind to Sam overwhelmed me. I wanted to open myself to him and spill whatever was inside. "One of the reasons why I was so eager to leave this shithole of a town was that I didn't really have anybody, most looked at me, all three of us actually, like we deserved to be locked up in some facility, but now that I met you..."
I looked at Sam, taking a drag from the cigarette that was somehow between my fingers again. His eyes were soft, just like they were that night in the van. My breath hitched and my voice came out as a whisper. "I'm not sure if I want to leave..."
Whatever sprouted was now blooming in my chest, warm but ticklish, the feeling so good I was sad I never felt it before. It was getting bigger and bigger, filling my insides, completing me, making me whole.
"Well, good, 'cause I don't want you to leave without me," Sam's smile was the most lovely smile ever. My body was stinging and burning and turning and twisting. He put the cigarette between his lips, drawing attention to them, and I watched as he did so. My body gave a pound and I looked away.
All of my thought had been sucked into nothing, every worry unfamiliar. I looked back up.
His eyes looked bigger now, closer, his mouth too and his heart. I softly smiled at his words. He was so close now, so close and warm and I couldn't look away. He strongly held my gaze. I could see every one of his eyelashes and near-invisible freckles. They adorned his face, lit it up, in the same way stars did the sky.
Sam took my hand, softly but surely, and his touch sent a spark through me. I didn't know what this feeling was yet it felt comfortable.
Until it didn't, tugging and choking, climbing up my throat, ready to burst, tightly pushing against my ribs. Why had I gotten so comfortable? Brigitte was out there in the cold, about to face Ginger, who was more dangerous than ever, probably even murderous at this point, while I was getting mushy with some guy.
I yanked myself up. "I have to...uh," Collecting my things, I didn't know what was coming out of my mouth. I wanted out, now. "Brigitte probably needs me, and Ginger..."
I ran out the door and kept running unsure from what. Sam's stunned silence stretched thin behind me. Whatever happened felt good. I felt good. So why was I running?
I didn't know what it was, that's why. It was big and wild and perfect. I, for one, was none of those things.
I've know Sam for merely a few weeks and by my standards that was like not knowing him at all. At least by the standards my past self set. She was like a whole different person now.
But my heart was still beating like crazy and my eyes were always searching for him in that damn parking lot after school. I could still see his blue eyes and my swimming reflection in them, and somehow I though I knew him, even just a little bit.
I knew how he hummed the lyrics of his favorite song when he thought no one was listening or how the corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly before saying something unserious, always making me unable to hold down my own smile.
I wanted to know him more, see him more, hear him and feel him near me.
Almost tripping over myself, I halted to a stop, panting and sweating. A stupid smile appeared on my face.
Just a month ago, I thought love was gross, fake, something you only saw on TV, between two cheesy, hormonal teenagers, unaware of the real world. I always got this twist in my stomach watching them, thinking I didn't need some guy to mess with my head.
But now I knew it was so much more.
I panted. I couldn't go back to the greenhouse, not after the look in Sam's eyes and the way I ran from it.
I had to check on Brigitte. I was so stupid for letting her go alone.
Continuing down the road, not as fast this time, I reached our house. Screaming for Brigitte or Ginger, I found the house empty. I felt mad, running down the street, shouting and crying out Brigitte's name. The poor old lady down the road rushed her cat inside her house, loudly muttering something about kids these days.
I ran to the school. It was pretty much empty and I was ready to give up. That is until I spotted blood. On the floor, the walls, splattered on the Halloween decorations like it part of them. The janitor was dead, lying in a puddle of red, eyes wide open but empty. Ginger had been here already.
I covered my face, feeling something rising in my throat from the stench.
"Brigitte!" I screamed. There she was, on the ground, clenching her stomach. I shook her. "Oh my god, Brigitte,"
She winced but sat up, her hair a big mess and falling in her face. "Where's Ginger?" I asked with a shaking voice. Brigitte looked down and I couldn't tell if it was shame or her just reacting to the pain.
I didn't wait for her to answer. "Are you okay, can you stand?" Brigitte nodded and I pulled her up.
"Ginger escaped from the bathroom and..." Brigitte coughed. I nodded, muttering about knowing Ginger left our house. "She's heading to Sam's greenhouse, to the party,"
I sighed, "Fuck, I just came form there,"
Even though I didn't really want to see Sam, embarrassed the way I ran away, he was in grave danger.
Brigitte and I ran down the street. All I could hear was us panting and coughed but we were determined to stop Ginger and maybe even save her along the way. Something dawned on me.
"Where's the cure?" I yelled to Brigitte between breaths, She took a second to answer.
"I used it on Jason," She yelled back. "But it works!"
The greenhouse house seemed further away than before. Seeing a car filled with teens who were driving to the Halloween party, Brigitte stopped, waving at them but they just drove past.
I took her arm, pulling her to continue. A car slowed down next to us. It was mom and she didn't look happy.
"Where's Ginger?" She asked through the open window.
"County Greenhouse," Brigitte slurred.
"Both of you, get in the van," Mom said, calmly and we complied, mushing in the front seat like we did when we were younger. She handed me the two fingers of Trina and I shared a look with Brigitte, both of our hearts sinking.
TW: Cursing, smoking, death, some blood, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
NOTE: Finally finished editing the next chapter :P but I gave up like half way so don't mind if there are any mistakes.
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The air inside the house was different, too quiet, too void of the usual teenage angst and the tacky Halloween spirit of smiling pumpkins and skeleton fridge magnets. It had the slightest hint of something sharp. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I choked, smashing into the table behind me.
Ginger and Brigitte were hovering over a body, Trina's body. Brigitte was covering her face. Both of them spun to look at me, but I couldn't take my eyes off the mess of hair, pale eyes and most of all, blood, that was seeping into spilled milk, poisoning it, tainting it with red, danger, death.
The sound of the garage door opening shook us all. Mom and dad were back from wherever they were. I leaped to Trina's body, grabbing it by the head.
"C'mon, let's uh..." I thought of any possible place to hide it. Ginger was mesmerized, continuously staring at the blood. Her eyes were swimming with something and it didn't look like regret. "Let's put her in the freezer, now!"
We stumbled around, getting her through the door. I could feel something sticky on my fingers and a tightness in my throat. I gulped it down. Mom and dad were practically in the house now, there was no time for the panic to take over. Brigitte grabbed her camera and I, along with Ginger, understood her idea.
When mom came into the kitchen, she flinched. "What did I tell you, girls! No more deaths inside the house!"
Ginger sprung up from the same spot Trina was just moments ago, pretending to be posing for one of those pictures they used to take for a school project. "Don't be mad," She pretended to pout.
I was leaning against the wall, trying to cover up that my heartbeat was overwhelming my whole body. Mom ordered us to clean it up and I pretended to be annoyed, yammering how I had nothing to do with this while she went off to put away meat she and dad bought from the store.
She always puts the meat in the freezer.
My body went cold.
Sharing a wide-eyed look with Brigitte, she took no time to run after.
When our parents finally went to bed, we got Trina's body out of the freezer, breaking off two Trina's fingers in the process, and carried her to the little house in the backyard. Brigitte told me everything that happened while Ginger didn't look one bit worried about the dead body.
"I don't think you should go out anymore," I sighed, looking at Ginger. She gave me a blank look.
"What? I'd go mental," She said.
Brigitte looked deep in thought. "We can make mom thing you're at school, and make school think you're home sick,"
"After everything clears up, we blow, as fast and far away as we can," I whispered, knowing we were in deep shit.
The next day was slow, filled with missing posters and Trina's clueless face. I couldn't focus on anything, remembering her stiff body and lifeless eyes, her possible last moments haunting me in between math equations and tectonic plates. I ended up skipping my last class, instead absent mindlessly going for a smoke out on the grass.
I didn't hear someone calling my name until they covered me in a looming shadow.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you," I softly said and smiled up at Sam. He didn't return it, squinting at me with a concerned look.
"Yeah, I just saw you and you looked kind of out of it," He motioned between his van and me, one hand resting in his pocket. I looked at him blankly. "Are...are you okay?"
I grinned, dazed, letting my head fall back, looking up at him, trying to ignore the lifeless eyes that were burned into my head, appearing every time I closed my eyes. "Yeah, just a weird day,"
Sam frowned and a sudden heaviness returned to my body, grounding me and my mind, who has wondered off somewhere. The cigarette stayed mostly forgotten in my hand, a dead weight, the red tip flickering like a second heartbeat.
Sam sat down next to me on the grass. "I take it you've seen the missing posters?"
"Yeah..." I hummed. "They're hard to miss,"
"First, dogs, now people are going missing, god, what kind of mess are we fucking in," Sam tightly laughed, taking the cigarette from me. I let it slip between my fingers. "I mean, who knows what happened to her, she could be laying in a ditch somewhere, her parents must be awfully worried,"
"Aw, don't tell me you seriously care about her," I laughed, trying to keep the mood light.
"Who? Trina?" Sam looked at me mortified, but the corner of his lips turned up in the most charming way. "No, of course not, she like fifteen or something,"
I giggled at his expression and he bumped his shoulder to mine. The mood had lifted significantly, despite the mention of Trina, like I had a blindfold on this whole day and it had finally been pulled off, exposing my face to the glistering sun.
"How old are you anyways?" I asked as he flicked the ash. Sam's face dimmed a little and he watched the light breeze blow the ash into the world, not even leaving a hint of them.
"I would've graduated last year," He said, lifting the dying cigarette to his lips. "Obviously, dropped out a couple years before that to work at the greenhouse. It's basically the family crypt,"
The breeze picked up again, this time blowing hair into Sam's eyes. He looked peaceful, lips upturned in the slightest of smiles, watching the horizon of the sleeping town.
"Why haven't you left this place already?" I whispered. It didn't feel right to disturb his bubble of serenity.
Sam tuned to look at me, eyes shining from the low afternoon sun. "I will once all of this is over,"
Diner was quiet as always, a blur of squeaking utensils and clinking glasses, and I watched as Brigitte stared at Ginger, who was hiding under her hood. Mom asked about school and we gave her a dumb excuse about a field trip.
"Mr. Wayne called today. Apparently the police wants to talk to you about a fight you had with the missing girl?" Mom gave Ginger a sharp look, waiting for an explanation. Annoyed, Ginger got up and stomped away with Brigitte attempting to followed her but getting pulled to the side by mom.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on," Mom demanded. "Right now!"
I gaped at dad but he didn't meet my eye, seemingly too interested in the way his drink bubbled. Getting up from the table, I followed mom into the kitchen, scared that Brigitte might tell her everything, tell her too much.
"Mom-" I started but quickly shut up when mom pointed a tense her finger at my face. Her expression was twisted, comically so.
"And you!" said Mom sternly. "I saw that van leaving our driveway yesterday. Don't think I don't know who it belongs to!"
"What?" I sputtered, looking between her and Brigitte, who kept her head low. I hadn't even though I'd need an excuse for this. Nothing was coming to mind either, so I let my mouth silently open and close, feeling dumb.
Something caught my eye in the space between mom and Brigitte, a hazy pile of purple. Dried flowers with purple petals and thin stalks, just like in the book Sam had shown us.
"What are these?" I ran over, grabbing them, sharing a disbelieving look with Brigitte. She rolled some of the fallen petals in her hand.
Mom rolled her eyes, displeased I changed the subject. "Monkshood. Now-"
"Where did you get them?" I totally ignored her. Who would've thought a suburban mom would buy the exact flowers needed to cure a terrible curse.
Brigitte's eyes were wide. She took some more of the flowers and so did I, not waiting for mom to answer, running to our room with Brigitte on my heels.
"Ginger, look-" I barged into the bathroom but quickly stopped at the sight of Ginger, who was cutting her tail, the knife in her hand reflecting the dull light. Blood was dripping from the toilet seat and her hands. It was a mess.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed, pealing the knife away, throwing it to the side.
Brigitte dropped on her knees, holding Ginger down. "Stop it!" She yelled. The flowers were now forgotten, dropped somewhere at our feet.
Ginger collapsed, sinking to the floor. Her face was shiny with fresh tears. "I'm just taking it off,"
"No, Ginger, no..." I glanced at the bloody knife, a puddle forming under it. My hands were trembling, stained.
"I killed their pets and I-I don't know what else to do," Ginger slumped into Brigitte's open arms, holding on tightly. "I can't be like this..." She whispered.
I pushed some hair away from her face. "Once we figure out how to use Monkshood," I held up the plant for her to see. "You'll be okay. I promise..."
Leaning against the wall, I took a deep breath, silently watching the two sisters comfort each other, a mess of arms and tears as they hugged. The bathroom light seemed jarring so I closed my eyes, listening to the buzzing in my head and my heart.
"We can't let her go out..." Brigitte whispered. Ginger was silently but restlessly sleeping, having calmed down. The blanket was rising with every breath she took, occasionally whimpering.
I was sitting on Brigitte's bed and both of us watched Ginger cautiously but sadly. The flowers were laying in front of us, the dried petals falling onto the sheets.
"We can lock her in the bathroom while we go to Sam and get the cure," Brigitte nodded, slowly, to my idea but kept her gaze on Ginger. She has not taken her eyes off her sister the whole night and I could see how worried she was - brows drawn together, watery eyes, shaky hands searching for the corner of the blanket.
Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed it. She looked at them blankly, her skin against mine.
"She'll be fine, once we cure her, everything will be okay," I said, giving her a smile. She returned it with a weaker one, squeezing back.
In a way, I was also trying to convince myself too, thinking about any possible income.
TW: Cursing, smoking, bullying, violence, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.8K
NOTE: I'm back! After watching Wednesday Season 2, I already have an idea for a new fic (you can guess for which character ;))
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"Tape," I said to Brigitte, who handed the roll over and continued cautiously looked at the door. Pulling out a big piece, I threw the rest on the floor.
"Hurry up!" Ginger said but I hushed her.
I was taping Ginger's tail to her leg, which has gotten significantly longer. The tape stuck to her leg with ease. I was skipping English for this, quite glad because I would've anyway, just like I did every time Ginger and Brigitte had gym class, using the extra free time to smoke.
Because we had to wait for the changing rooms to be empty, the two of them ended up being a bit late, earning a scolding from the teacher. I was lighting a cigarette while they were talking, or rather, mindlessly listening to the teacher blab. Ginger stuck out her tongue to the teacher's head when she turned away and Brigitte looked at her sister like she was crazy, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
A cloud of smoke escaped from my mouth when the two of them came to stand by me, nagging me to hand over the cigarette. Someone whistled and we watched as Trina excitedly ran off the field.
"Y/n!" I spun around. It was Sam. "Come here!"
Trina stopped dead in her track, gave me a sharp glare and muttered. "Slut..."
"The fuck, are you doing drugs now?" Ginger asked, shocked, and stared. I rolled my eyes, hoping Brigitte would vouch for me but she only stared too.
"No, just... I'll be back," I muttered. As I walked off, I could feel them all staring.
"Hey, what's up? Look, I've been reading and I've got another idea," Sam said.
I looked over my shoulder at Ginger and Brigitte, who quickly looked away, pretending they weren't. Trina was sneering at me. "Look... can we talk later? Or at least not here?"
"What?" Sam gave a laugh. He looked at me stunned and scoffed again. "Well, excuse me for giving a shit," He walked back to his van.
"Sorry," I said, genuinely feeling bad. "I'll come over later, okay?"
He shrugged, got in his van and drove off. I anxiously took a drag of my cigarette.
"What the fuck did he want?" Ginger resentfully asked.
I looked at Brigitte, who was fidgeting with her sleeves. "He thinks Brigitte got bit,"
Ginger stopped and her expression was one I've been seeing far too often. "What? You told the fucking drug dealer? I trusted you!" She shouted over the wind.
"He can help!" I yelled back, as Ginger and Brigitte, reluctantly following behind her sister, picked up their sticks and walked to the middle of the field.
Ginger spat back, before going to play. "Don't be stupid!"
I put my cigarette to my lips, watching the start of the game, which included a wave of girls running around the field and an angry Trina spitting insults at my sisters.
I smiled when Brigitte gave Trina a well deserved push, well, until Trina pushed her back harder, yelling something I couldn't quite hear. Something clicked in Ginger and she pounced, knocking down Trina and beating the shit out of her.
Shocked, though a little pleased, I couldn't contain a shocked laugh. I dropped my cigarette butt, ran over and peeled her off.
"Ginger, to the office," The teacher said.
Trina's cries and gasps continued to echo behind us while we walked away.
I watched Brigitte stare at the menacing blue door of the counselor, the color reflecting in her eyes and on her pale face. I gently shook her by the shoulder. "She'll be okay,"
"I know..." Brigitte whispered. We could hear what the guidance counselor was saying, eavesdropping in silence.
McCardy walked down the hallway, a big splotch of red on his pants. He glared at us, though he looked more like a tearful child, and quickly walked away. A sudden realization dawned on me and I gasped. When Ginger finally went out, I yanked her down the hallway.
"What's up with you?" She asked, eyes steady.
I smiled with sarcasm. "You infected McCardy, because you had unprotected sex,"
Ginger flatly stared at me, like waiting for me to say something a little more shocking. "Oops," She said and Brigitte elbowed her in the side.
I remembered Sam. He said he's got an ideas. "I have to see Sam," I whispered to myself.
"That guy again..." Ginger mumbled, grabbed my arm when I started to walk away. "We're coming too,"
Looking at Brigitte, she shrugged in apology. I sighed, grinding my teeth. "But you keep your mouth shut," I said sharply. "If he finds out we lied, he'll blow this off, and that's sure gonna be fun, coming up with ways to fix you up,"
Ginger only smiled in my face.
There was music blasting from Sam's room in the greenhouse. He opened the door with a cigarette hanging from his lips, looking between all three of us.
"Hi," I said, breathlessly. "Sorry again...about before, I didn't want anyone to hear us,"
Sam slowly nodded, suspiciously eyeing Ginger. I anxiously shuffled around in place, trusting Ginger a little too much to not let anything slip.
"This is my sister, Ginger," I said while she devilishly smiled. "And you know Brigitte, obviously,"
"I wasn't expecting company," Sam slowly blinked, looking at me. I awkwardly smiled. Ginger rolled her eye at him.
"Whatever you found better be good, because someone," Ginger tucked Brigitte closer, who was strangely stiff. "Has been rather moody lately, getting into fight's and all that," Brigitte squinted at her. "That whole silver thing didn't quite work out, did it?"
A weird silence settle between us. Sam gave me a rather slow, confused look, mouth agape. "She knows," I quickly added, fidgeting with my lighter, that somehow appeared in my hands.
Ginger barged into the room when Sam started to say something, rudely cutting him off. He sighed, motioning for Brigitte and I to enter. I gave him an apologetic look.
Ginger stuck her face into a covered area, revealing lots of weed, but got instantly shooed away. The room was small, had a desk that was hidden beneath books and other tools, and a small bed. Ginger plopped down on it.
"Anyway, hi," Sam directed it at me. I watched him grab a book that was already open. "I compared homeopathic treatments of infections to the folklore of all this. Take a look,"
I looked over the page and the drawing of the plant, taking the book into my hands. "Aconitum, Monkshood..."
"It's basically a cousin of Wolfsbane, except it's safer in small doses," Sam said, watching me inspect the page. "It's like uh, a superoxydant, it helps fight infection"
I was almost ready to laugh. "This is great! Do you have some?"
Sam gave me an empathetic look, inhaling smoke. "Well, that the thing, it's perennial, grows everywhere but only in spring,"
I cursed and so did Ginger. Brigitte gave a sigh. "This is bullshit," Ginger said. She was unfortunate enough to pic up an erotic magazine, giving it an incidental flip, and recoiled.
"I have some seed. I'm growing them," said Sam.
Ginger burst. "Brigitte doesn't have time for that! She's killed a dog already and she growing a tail!" Sam looked shocked again, a common sight when the two sister, or rather Ginger, was present. He gaped at Brigitte before looking back at me, waiting for confirmation.
I looked away, letting Brigitte answer. "Yes..." She said, annoyed.
"She's basically fucked!" Ginger gave a desperate laugh.
We all got quiet. I sneaked a look at Sam but he was already looking. I wrapped my hands around myself.
Throwing the magazine to the side, Ginger got up. "He's just another wank job, okay?"
"Ginger..." I muttered. This seemed like the only way and was our best chance at a cure or anything that could help and I was really counting on Ginger to keep her cool and understand.
"The fuck do you think you are?" Sam got annoyed, glaring coolly at Ginger.
"The fuck are you?" She responded, staring back.
I shifted from leaning on the table. "Ginger, wait outside," I said sternly.
Ginger stared at me for what felt like a cold minute before pushing past Sam and grabbing Brigitte by the arm. "Whatever," Her eyes were cold. "If he hurts you... we'll be at home,"
The two of them strutted out, leaving Sam and I in silence.
"Shit, sorry, she's just freaking out..." I rubbed my forehead, suddenly exhausted.
"Don't worry," Sam was sitting on his bed, where Ginger was moment ago. "And I won't..." He said, referring to what Ginger had said.
"Oh, I know," I shook my head, drowsily smiling. But did I trust him enough to really know? I threw that thought out of my head. He's been nothing but helpful and nice.
I stayed with him longer as we read more about the plant, speculating where to get it this time of the year and how to use it. Since it was getting dark, he offered to give me a lift home.
Sam turned on some music as we drove in silence. I lit a cigarette, letting it hang from the open window. I gazed at him, watching him hum to the music and navigating the narrow streets of Bailey Downs. He noticed me looking, the corner of his lips curling. I looked away.
"What?" Sam laughed. "Am I that attractive?"
I laughed, absent-mindlessly watching the houses go by, talking a drag from my cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke. "Thank you, y'know, for everything, you've been a big help,"
He softly smiled at me.
"I know it didn't really seem like Ginger is too but..." I said. " She is, really,"
Sam silently turned a corner and I could see my house. I was oddly disappointed.
"Y'know..." He said after parking the car. "I know Ginger's the one who's infected,"
I weakly chucked, sinking into the seat, taking a lazy puff. I couldn't even argue. "How the fuck did you know?"
He casually looked around, the streetlight reflecting in his eyes, the small dots looking like little moons suspended in the bluest sky. I never noticed how blue his eyes were. Something ran through my torso, melting my skin and warming my blood, and I had a sudden urge to stay in the van forever or at least for the whole night, for a little while.
"You were pretty obvious actually," Sam's words snapped me out and I sat up straighter. Something was not right with me. I laughed, pretty awkwardly, trying to ignore whatever was happening to me.
"Yeah, well I had to make something up, or well, I guess, Brigitte was the one who took the blow," I said, smiling at Sam, not being able to look away.
That same feeling came back to my chest and I took a deep breath, pushing it down. "I should probably go..."
Sam pealed his eyes away from me. "Oh, uh... yeah, it's getting late,"
After a second of hesitation, I jumped out, dropping the butt of my cigarette and crushing it with my foot. Sam was fidgeting with the steering wheel, deep in though, hair falling in his face.
"Thanks for the ride," I said. "See you,"
Sam gave a cool wave. I watched as he drove away, the bright yellow color of his van disappearing into the night, leaving me with a strange feeling in my stomach, tight and cold, the complete opposite of the feeling I had moments before, but just as strong. I hugged myself, retreating into the house.
TW: Cursing, smoking, blood, dead animal, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.6K
NOTE: I revised this chapter like a bunch of times but I'm still not sure if I really like it. Also sorry if I disappeared, I'm currently visiting family T-T.
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We were at Sam's greenhouse and I was hesitant to go in, but I had to for Ginger's sake. It didn't seem like anyone was in there, which made me surprisingly relieved, until we stumbled upon Sam working on one of the tables. He was fidgeting with a plant.
"It's Brigitte and Y/n..." Brigitte muttered before I could even think or even step into the room.
Unfortunately for Sam, he dropped the plant, breaking the pot and the stem. Brigitte apologized, earning a few curses and a scolding from the guy. I looked around the greenhouse - the growing plants and open books.
I mindlessly flipped through one, listening to the voice of Sam.
"I'm really, really sorry," Brigitte hid under her hair.
"Well it's just my luck, gonna be tending hedges forever," Sam sighed. "But, Hey! Without my green thumb, I'd be a total waste of space!"
Even though he was joking, I felt myself frown. "Well that's a little harsh,"
"Nah, we all turn into our parents at some point," Sam walked around Brigitte, dropping off his gloves. My sister looked at me, big eyed, feeling sorry but it wasn't about the plant, well, not entirely. Clueless of what she was about to do, I softly smiled at her.
"I'm not turning into my parents..." She mumbled and Sam hummed in response. I was shocked by what she said next. "I'm turning into something way worse..."
While Sam was looking away, shocked too, I pulled her by the arm. My heart was pounding in my stomach, though deep down I understood. Brigitte was always first to sacrifice herself for Ginger. She lifted her eyes and whispered for me to trust her. And somehow I did.
"Bullshit," Sam laughed, going back to whatever he was doing, until he looked back at me, silently asking me to confirm. I reluctantly nodded. It was either we leave and go back to where we started or lie and get a better chance at helping Ginger.
Brigitte sighed as a response to Sam's disbelief and started to leave, pulling at my sleeve. She was also always first to run away.
Sam jumped up, cutting off my path. "No, hey, bullshit? What do you say?"
Brigitte was on edge most of the time and now was no exception, as she stood conveniently by the door, ready to bold if needed. She looked up, a little relieved but still silent.
I sighed. "Just don't call it freak show, okay?"
He swore.
"Well... she's changing, like, right now and not because of the full moons," I said, leaving a stunned Sam to stare at me. "I'm serious,"
Brigitte continued to stay quiet when Sam glanced at her over his shoulder. "Everything we look at goes silver bullet, to her head, the end..."
I rubbed my forehead, really hoping it wouldn't have to be like that for Ginger.
"Wow..." Sam said under his breath, before softly laughing. "Let's just not panic here, I mean..."
Sam looked at me, giving a reassuring smile. "My van did a pretty good job on that thing, I mean, without needing any silver bullets,"
"There's got to be a cure right, like, uh a vaccine to fight the infection or something?" I said, raking my brain, remembering everything I was ever tough in biology or spotted in my sisters' recent homework, that always finds their way on the floor. There had to be some sort of explanation.
"See biology, there's something you could sink your teeth into," said Sam and quickly added, glancing at Brigitte. "So to speak,"
"The problem's real, the solution's real," His voice was steady and deep. " Not, bam, death by morality call,"
I had to stifle a flinch, unspeakable images rushing through my head.
"Then again," Sam calmly said. " When I started piercing shit, I got infections, girl said try pure silver, cleared up like that," He snapped his fingers. Brigitte was the one who flinched this time.
"Ancient thought silver purified the blood," I whispered, brows knitting together when the thought suddenly popped into my head.
Sam took out his piercing, holding it up for us, the silver shining in the light. I gladly took it, getting a weird look from Brigitte.
"They though leeches did too," She said.
"They do," Sam answered, but his gaze was still on my face, lips slightly curled upwards, eyes weirdly soft. I looked away, feeling the piercing in my palm.
We had to find Ginger and fast. That proved to be quite easy, as she was loudly making out in the parking lot with McCardy, overlooked by all of his friends. We pushed through them, ignoring their stupid comments.
"Ginger," I called out. She didn't acknowledged it. "Ginger, can we talk?"
Ginger finally turned around, glaring with red lips. "Is it sorry?"
Brigitte and I looked at each other. "No," Brigitte said.
She looked us up and down, whispering to McCardy to get in the car, who smiled with glee. I bit my lip with annoyance and scoffed. "Ginger!"
When Ginger got in the car too, Brigitte banged on the window, trying to pull open the car door. "She's ovulating!" She screamed, making the group, including Trina, laugh and I grinned slyly too. Ginger looked at her shocked and angry as the car rolled away.
"C'mon, let's go," I pulled Brigitte by the arm, leaving.
I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The blanket was sticking to my body, wrapping around my legs, smothering them. Ginger hasn't come back yet, making me sprain my head off worrying.
The door finally creaked and a shadow flouted it. I could hear silent gasps, sniffles and whimpers, and sat up.
"Ginger?" I whispered, uncertain. The figure was trembling. "What happened, did he hurt you?"
I knew she had been with McCardy the whole day.
Ginger didn't say anything and, still sniffling, ran into the bathroom. I jumped up, following. The scene was gruesome when I barged in: Ginger was hunched over on the ground, bloody handed and coughing up something into the toilet. With a sinking heart, I backed up into the wall.
"What the fuck happened...?" My hands were trembling. and my voice did too.
"Something is really, really wrong with me..." Ginger cried before gagging.
Hesitantly kneeling down next to her, I pulled some of her hair out of the toilet. "What did you do?"
For some reason, I thought I would be prepared for this, knowing her transformation was getting closer and closer. Seeing her all bloody, confused, made my whole body and soul shake. I though I had more time.
"I get this ache and..." Ginger started with a weak voice. "I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything into fucking pieces," She leaned against the wall, hiccuping.
"Where is he?" I was almost too afraid to ask.
I hoisted myself up the wooden fence, taking a cautious peek. A bloody carcass was splattered on the grass, the bright red still visibly even in the dark. I grimaced.
It was Norman. Ginger killed the neighbors dog.
"He just kept fucking barking and I just..." Ginger hysterically said. "I just... couldn't stop myself,"
I jumped down and Ginger inched closed to me. Everything about her screamed danger: the bloody mouth and red hands, the manic eyes, completely devoid of any light but so, so scared.
"What am I supposed to do?" Her pupils were big, like empty black holes, and I couldn't look at them much longer.
I thought of the silver piercing. "I... might have an idea,"
Ginger was finishing off one of my cigarettes, one I was smoking just seconds before. Instead, I was heating up a needle with gloved hands. Brigitte was awake too and sitting on her bed, sleep still in her eyes and wrapped in her blanket.
"It wasn't at all like how I thought it would be..." Ginger muttered to herself.
I said with a dry voice. "I don't think it ever is,"
While she was recounting her experience, I cleaned the needle, getting ready to use it. "He's probably out there already telling everyone what a freak I am,"
"We'll say the same thing about him, okay?" Brigitte tried to reassure her sister.
"It doesn't work like that," Ginger blew out a cloud of smoke. "He got laid. He's a hero and I'm just a lay,"
"He's a freak," I muttered, angry that a random, stupid guy could make my sister feel like that. "He's just like every other guy in our school, they all just want to get laid,"
As I watched the candle burn my mind jumped to Sam but I shook any thoughts about him away.
"Did you at least use something?" I asked after a silence pause.
She silently looked at me, getting ready to be pierced. "No,"
I sat on the bed, putting my leg over Ginger's and cleaned her belly button. "This'll hurt,"
Another silent pause. "You think this'll work?" Ginger asked, putting out the cigarette.
"I hope so..."
"Where'd you get the ring?" Ginger asked, breaking my concentration.
I cleared my throat. "Oh, uh, I found it," Ginger hummed in acknowledgment.
Sharing looks with a wide eyed Brigitte, I set up the needle, taking a breath. "Ready?"
Ginger nodded, taking hold of the bed frame. Pushing the needle in, it didn't seem like it wanted to go in. I cursed while Ginger grunted in pain, arching her back, scratching the bed frame. She was moving too much and I couldn't see where the needle had to go anymore.
"Just hold still!" I yelled, hearing Brigitte shuffle on her bed.
"Hurry up!"
I finally looped the piercing in and Ginger dropped back on the bed, body limp, both of us breathing hard. I dropped the needle to the side, as well as the gloves. "So, how do you feel?"
Ginger took a deep breath. "Wicked,"
Brigitte and I looked at each other, really hoping this did something.
TW: Cursing, smoking, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.4K
NOTE: Not sure if I really like how this chapter turned out but whatever. Also I'm thinking of making a style analysis of the Fitzgerald sisters since there's practically none and I'm obsessed with their outfits.
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Diner was quiet that evening until mom came out of the kitchen carrying Ginger's favorite desert, looking over the moon. I smirked but tried to hide it behind my hand.
"You're both so dead," Ginger mouthed to us, dropping her chicken leg.
Brigitte glanced at me, looking a little stunned. "We didn't...!"
Dad looked awfully uncomfortable, almost like it was happening to him rather than Ginger, quiet for the rest of the evening. After diner Ginger was the first to rush out, Brigitte and I closely following.
"I'd never tell her anything," Brigitte tried to explain, but Ginger was taking none of it.
"Only if you wanted to piss me off!" She yelled, pointedly looking at us, her voice echoing off the basement walls. I crossed my arms, stepping closer to her, heart pounding.
"We just want you to be okay, Ginge'," I sincerely said, hoping for her to listen.
"Well, I am," Ginger said, her voice steady. Brigitte and I exchanged quick looks. Ginger caught on and scoffed,. "I just got my period, okay, and some weird hairs, so what?"
Ginger stepped closer to us, her look sharp. "Hormones do not make me a monster,"
"But you got bit by that thing, that's not something you can just blow off," I snarked.
"Well not by what you two think," Ginger desperately laughed. "They don't exist,"
I thought back to the photo, the big jaw, sharp teeth and wild eyes. Something was rising in my chest, spreading underneath my skin and I didn't like it. I looked for the photo after getting home but it was nowhere to be found.
The neighbors dog was barking, like sensing the tension between us. Brigitte muttered something about him from under her hair and Ginger heard it.
"Did I change last night? Howl at the moon, kill shit and change back this morning?" Ginger grabbed Brigitte by the shoulder, looking her straight in the eyes. "Huh? No! That thing got killed my a fucking truck!"
I stepped closer to her too. "This is serious,"
Ginger rolled her eyes dramatically, letting her hands fall to her sides, stepping away. "No! It's bullshit,"
Ginger started to walk away and I almost grabbed her by the arm but Brigitte silently stopped me. Her cold gaze was fixed on Ginger, her eyes shiny with a hidden sadness.
"You're doing drugs with guys, something is definitely up,"
Ginger stopped and blinked, giving her a long, emotionless look. "Y'know, maybe you're right, but I'm not the monster,"
I scoffed, looking up at the ceiling. It was rich coming from her. Brigitte didn't want to let the topic go, pushing further.
"This isn't you!" She yelled.
"Oh, no! I'm growing up and obviously you're not, huh?" Ginger retorted, mockingly.
Brigitte looked up through her eyelashes and hair. "Don't let me hold you back or anything,"
"I won't," Ginger stated and slammed the door to our room, leaving us in a stunned silence.
"Ginger!" I ran after but turned around before reaching the door. I dropped my face in my hands, feeling defeated and irritated. "Shit..."
Brigitte looked up at me with desperate eyes, brows slightly furrowed. "You've got to do something,"
I dropped my hands, head racing, looking for something, anything useful in that empty void of my mind. "But what...?"
We made the backyard shed our workplace. I had found a few movies and fewer documentaries about werewolves for Brigitte to watch and she was using a calendar to mark the next full moon.
I, on the other hand, was going to the library to find some books too, getting the idea after finding my old library card from middle school while rummaging through so old boxes.
The selection was very minimal. One book was actually useful, about mythical creatures and folklore while the others were werewolf romances with steamy covers. Even I didn't dare look at them.
Leaving the building, thankful that the card worked, I spotted the yellow van. It was Sam, who was blasting music. There was a thought to ask him for help too, while watching him from a distance, but I discarded it when our eyes accidentally met and I scurried off.
The book ended up being very vague, providing general knowledge, writing about silver bullets and full moons.
Ginger was still cold, colder than ever. She pushed past Brigitte, bumping into her and ignored me. It was only me and Brigitte now, as we observed her and McCardy, holding hands, kissing, rubbing it into our faces.
We were on the bleachers, the weather nice and refreshing, smoking and looking over whatever notes Brigitte and I had taken. She said she lost the photo of the creature somewhere, when I mentioned I couldn't find it.
I looked up to the sound of Ginger and McCardy, laughing, goofing around, and rolled my eyes. Ginger threw him on the ground, pouncing on him and kissing his neck. It might've looked romantic but to us it looked more like she was grappling at his neck.
Who knew how many days more until it became true.
I sneered in disgust and annoyance, packing up my stuff, dropping my cigarette butt and hurrying off, Brigitte close behind. Since classes ended for the day, the front of the school was packed with oblivious, unsuspecting teenagers. I pushed past them.
"Hey!" Someone called out. I guessed it was Sam. Brigitte only grabbed me by the sleeve, striding forward.
"Any of you got a smoke?" He asked, not letting go.
I glanced back and so did Brigitte, but she didn't let go, only pulling me forward. "Sorry, no," She muttered.
"Got a light then?"
I stopped at his words and looked at Brigitte almost apologetically, pulling my arm out of her grasp. I looked at an expectant Sam, who had a cigarette hanging from his lips and pulling out my trashy lighter. Flicking it a few times before it finally lit, I held it up for Sam, him pushing the tip of his cigarette into the flame.
Brigitte glared at me.
"Oh, uh, thank you," He mumbled. "I just spend a week of my life looking for you two, if you could give me a sec,"
"You dropped this," Sam held up the photo Brigitte and I have been missing. I quickly looked around us, making sure no one would see it. When I looked back, Sam was staring at me, leaning in to whisper. "We all saw it, what the fuck was it?"
I looked around again as Brigitte quietly stated, hiding behind her hair. "It's what you hit..."
"I know, but what the fuck was it?" Sam said again but Brigitte and I only shared silent looks. Neither of us dared to say anything. Neither of us wanted to. The words getting stuck in our throats.
"See, I flattened an animal," He started, waving the cigarette around. "Could be anything, really, but here I am, thinking-"
"Lycanthrope..." I whispered, cutting him off. Sam gave a look and a barely visible nod.
"That's crazy, huh," He laughed and took a drag. "Book me in to the rubber motel, 'cause I'm officially all fucked up, right?"
I relaxed my stiff shoulder. "What if you're not?"
"Well that would explain the human circumcised dick..." I stupidly smiled at his even more stupid comment. " And why you were running away from it that night,"
Brigitte suddenly shuffled around, grabbing her things and the photo from Sam and practically ran away. "Thanks for my stuff..." She mumbled out.
I shrugged at a confused Sam, mouthing an apology, before following Brigitte.
"At least tell me your name?" He yelled one last time but I didn't look back.
It was the next morning before school. Ginger already left, going ahead to meet up with her boyfriend, and evade us. I was dragging my feet against the sidewalk, me and Brigitte walking in silence. I finally opened my mouth.
"Look, we might need the help of Sam, because we're getting nowhere," I said, looking at Brigitte. She wasn't meeting my eye. "I mean, he saw that thing too, so he might have some ideas, y'know?"
"The drug dealer?" Brigitte finally said. I reluctantly nodded, realizing how bad it sounded. We walked some more in silence, the school now in view.
"Ginger is growing a tail," She quickly spatted out. I stopped walking, not sure I hear her right.
"What?"
"I checked last night..." She said, almost ashamed of her actions, but I wasn't worrying about that. Ginger was growing a tail.
"Well that's just fucking great!" I threw my hands in the air.
Ginger's transformation was happening pretty fast now, getting faster and worse every day. Who knows when she'll be running around Bailey Downs, killing dogs until finally getting hit my a car. Or worse: us having to kill her.
I kicked a few rocks and aggressively rubbed my face, hoping I'll suddenly wake up. The end of the year seemed farther and farther, getting to finally leave the town seemed very far away.
"We can meet him after school," Brigitte smiled and continues walking. Her figure got smaller, just a little dot on the horizon. I hoped we would get some answers soon.
TW: Gore, blood, injury, cursing, smoking, mentions of weed, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 2K
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I didn't even know how we got home but thankfully we did. Brigitte slumped under Ginger's rigid body, bumping into walls and furniture, trying to support her sister. I hurried ahead, opening the door to the basement, our bedroom.
"Go find a towel, or... uh, something!" I yelped to Brigitte, pulling Ginger into my own hands, both of us almost falling down the steps. "Go!"
I somehow laid Ginger on her bed, her legs still dangling of the edge. She took deep and heavy breaths, sounding more like cries of help, my stomach twisting with every single one. Her whole shoulder and chest was stained with blood, even her face, were marked with the horrors of the night. I looked down at my hands, which were also stained red, warm and sticky.
"Shh, it's going to be okay..." I reassured her, trying to brush out some hair out of her face with shaking hands. Ginger looked at me with fearful eyes, seeming fragile, reminding me that she will always be my little sister. "You're going to be okay,"
Brigitte ran out of the bathroom, towel in hand, and both of us peeked at Ginger's wound, tugging at her shirt. She only cried out in pain.
"No, it hurts, it burns..." Ginger said through gritted teeth. I was desperately trying to unstick her top from her skin while Brigitte fidgeted with the towel in her hands.
"Shit, Ginge', just stay still," I breathed out when Brigitte pressed the towel on the cuts, making Ginger flinch. There were three big claw marks and a bite on her neck.
Something got stuck in my throat and I gulped, hoping it would go away.
"Wh-what was it?" Ginger asked, eyes wide with dilated pupils. I pushed the fabric of her shirt away from the wound, taking another peek.
"I don't know..." I whispered, looking over at Brigitte. I wasn't sure if I wanted to.
"Maybe, like, a big dog," Brigitte suggested, though I could see she didn't quite believe her own words. And neither did I.
"That was not a fucking dog," I said. The regret instantly spread over my chest when Ginger shook under my hands.
"I saw this thing about bears, that a bear'll come after a girl on the rag 'cause of the smell," Brigitte explained, but it was definitely not helping either.
"It wasn't any fucking bear!" Ginger started to hyperventilate, crying out. "There aren't any near here!"
I shushed her, hoping she'll calm down a little, but something about her wound caught my eye. The scratches were covered in something and the blood stopped oozing out. It had started to heal.
I shared a look with Brigitte. "Does it hurt?" She asked, poking and pressing Ginger's skin.
Ginger shook her head.
"They're already healing..." I sighed in disbelief. This was not normal in the slightest. All of us stopped and Ginger sat up. Brigitte only aggressively shook her head.
"I don't like this, I'm calling 911," Brigitte said, standing up from the bed. I was still staring at Ginger's scars.
"No, no, I'm okay now, really," Ginger calmly whispered to Brigitte. "I'm not bleeding anymore,"
As the two of them hugged, reassuring each other, while I watched from behind. Looking down at the bloody towel and my bloody hands, I wasn't sure what happened.
Everything calmed down after a few hours. I wouldn't have believed any of it happened if it wasn't for my two sisters napping on Ginger's bed after getting cleaned up. For some reason, I was keeping an eye on Ginger, watching over her sleeping, curled up form from my own spot.
Brigitte's Polaroid camera sat on the bedside table, thankfully still intact after the fight, and I could see a photo peeking out from it. Curiosity getting the best of me, I walked over and tried pulling the photo out and before long, it slid out. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but definitely not that.
A snarling jaw of a creature.
Looking warily at Ginger, I shook Brigitte awake and held up the picture.
"What in the fucking hell is that?" I said and we shared a look before looking down at Ginger.
It was only a few days after the incident and thankfully nothing bad happened yet. Ginger hasn't changed yet or anything, thought she was acting more aggressive, blaming it on her period. We were at a store, looking at a big selection of tampons and pads. Brigitte was the one looking actually, as Ginger was bending over, holding her stomach in agony.
"This one has a free calendar," Brigitte said, shaking the box in Ginger's face.
I grabbed the box from her hands, sarcastically saying in a monotone, just wanting to go home. "Wow, great, let's go, I'll pay,"
"Are you sure it's just cramps?" Brigitte ignored me, cautiously looking over at Ginger. She only gave us a glare.
"It's never just cramps," She snarled, before limping away.
At the check-out was McCardy. Ginger snatches her stuff from my hands and I, annoyed, looked over the counter, where the cigarettes were sold, where a sign said something about being eighteen to be able to purchase. They didn't have my favorite brand.
Meanwhile, McCardy was talking to Ginger, who pretended not to hear him. "Hey, diss me or whatever but, I got three sisters and nothing quite takes the edge off like a good toke..." He said, sticking his face into hers.
Brigitte looked at me, unsure, but I just rolled my eyes. Ginger stared at him for a while, just like she did last time. Except now she actually agreed.
I was quite shocked when she sat in that van, with those guys, to whom she would've never even talked to just a couple of days ago. Ginger used to make fun of potheads, them being her favorite to pick when playing search and destroy. Maybe she was changing, just a little bit.
Annoyed, I pulled out my pack of cigarettes. They were slowly disappearing and I still wasn't able to buy any more. Taking one, I mushed the rest back into my pocket and lit it.
I noted the yellow van.
"It's that van..." I said and Brigitte nodded, observing it. I motioned for her to follow. "Come on,"
"I don't-" She reluctantly stayed behind, looking at it, and me, from further away. The front of the van and the grill was, in fact, smashed. Before I could call Brigitte over, the dealer, Sam, appeared.
"An eighth's fifty," He said, scaring the shit out of me. His hair was covering his eyes in an ominous shadow but I knew that he was the driver I saw that night. Sam was also holding a chainsaw, dangerously close to our faces.
"I don't do drugs," I answer, throwing a glance at the bumper and then at Brigitte, who hurriedly motioned me to come back. I looked away.
"But you smoke," Sam nodded to the cigarette between my fingers while putting the chainsaw away. He pulled out a bottle of, what I presumed, was alcohol.
"So...?" I replied, a little confused, impatient to ask Sam about his truck, about that night. I never imagined I'd ever actually talk to him but desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say. "Everybody at this school does,"
He nodded and took a sip of his drink. I sneaked a glance at Brigitte and she pointed to the van. I quickly looked back. Sam was still sipping, oblivious.
"So, what did you hit?" I motioned to the bumper and grill, brows furthered. Sam only scoffed at me.
"Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir," He joked, putting the bottle away. Something dropped in my chest a little at that word. The photo popped into my head.
I was desperately trying to come up with something else when I saw the it, maybe it was really just a big animal that wandered into Bailey Downs, but the thought of it being that was strong and frightful that I stopped myself from thinking it, let alone saying it, even though it seemed like the only possible explanation.
Sam confirmed my fear, as much as I didn't want him to, as much as I wanted him to say it was just an ordinary animal.
"Do you see werewolves often, or...?" Sam's face shifted somehow at my words and my serious tone, eyes narrowing, inspecting my face, trying to put something together in his head. He leaned on the bumper of his van.
"Do you?" He said. I didn't have time to respond, when a noise came from the van, distracting Sam. He looked back at me confused and cursed, hurrying to the back. I did too, with Brigitte.
Sam looked through the window, noticing the people inside, the same one's Ginger went with. He yanked the door open.
"The hell are you guys doing in here?" He asked, rather calmly. The smoke escaped from the van in streaks and I grimaced, scrunching my nose. Brigitte coughed and covered her face, hiding behind her hair. The guys in the van tried to explain themselves while I caught the eye of Ginger, who seemed out of it.
"Hey, you know, I have an idea, uh..." Sam said after quickly looking back at me. "Why don't you guys get the fuck out my van, assholes!" He yelled, loud and clear.
"Ginger, come here," I whispered harshly but she didn't move, blankly staring somewhere.
Sam started to pull everyone out of the van until Trina came up to him and he cursed under his breath. I chuckled at the scene, cigarette still between my lips.
"Ginge', let's go," Brigitte almost ordered when Ginger finally came out of the truck. Unfortunately enough, Trina made a remark, pissing all of us off.
"Why don't you stick to your own species?" She mocked and suddenly her dog started to bark right at Ginger. Everybody recoiled, bumping into Brigitte and I and Brigitte dropped her papers. I looked back at Ginger, ready to pull her out.
She stared at the dog, unfazed and kicked it. Trina shrieked and Sam ran over to hold the dog down. I pushed through two boys and grabbed Ginger by the hand, dragging her away along with Brigitte. I didn't look back, feeling someones eyes on us, on me.
The bathroom was empty, thankfully. Ginger was in one of the stalls for a while, not saying anything.
"Ginge', what going on?" Brigitte worriedly asked, going back and forth in the room. I was worried too, taping my foot anxiously on the tiled floor.
"Just fucking say something," I waited for an answer but nothing. "Please...?"
Brigitte stopped, arms tightly pressed around herself and stared at me before speaking loudly, for all of us to hear. "Something really wrong,"
Having enough of the suspenseful silence, I barged through the open stall door, Brigitte following closely, and locked it. Ginger's shoulder was exposed, scars visible and covered with silvery, thick hair.
"What... is that?" I muttered out, staring. Ginger scoffed, hoping Brigitte would have a different reaction, but she just stared too.
"I can't have a hairy chest!" Ginger grumbled in anger. "That's fucked!"
Brigitte and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing, horrified of the same thing. Ginger hit the stalls wall, cursing.
"Bitten on a full moon, now you're hairy..." Brigitte suggested but Ginger took none of it. She looked at us like we're crazy and pushed out a laugh, covering her shoulder back up. I slumped against the wall.
"Maybe you got rabies or something..." I wondered out loud, truly hoping it wasn't what Brigitte and I initially thought, or saw, or what was practically confirmed by Sam, though rabies wasn't any better. Ginger angrily stared at me.
"You're not fucking helping," She said.
There was a few splattering sounds and we all looked down at Ginger's feet. A small puddle of blood pooled around her shoes.
"Oh, shit..." Ginger whimpered. "What if I'm actually dying or something,"
"Maybe you should see the nurse," I said and luckily she agreed.
I waited outside the Nurses office, playing around with my old lighter, seeing how many time it worked and how many it didn't. I was honestly scared for Ginger and maybe even scared for myself and Brigitte.
Something was wrong with her after that thing attacked her. The way Sam's face changed when I mentioned it. He definitely saw it too.
We all saw it.
It was certainly not human, but also not entirely animal. Almost like both but neither. It was something far worse.
When the duo finally came out, each holding a sealed condom, I laughed but there was still a dark feeling buried deep in my chest.
TW: Animal death, gore, cursing, smoking, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
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I walked home fast, ahead of my two sisters. The cigarette butt was long gone, somewhere stuck to the sidewalk. Mom was unloading the car from her weekly shopping.
"You okay, sweetie?" She asked, with extreme concern, like I was five and just bruised my knee. "Where are your sisters?"
When I didn't answer, she added. "I'll need some help with making diner, okay?"
"Whatever..." I pushed by the car, not sparing her a glace.
It felt like hours before we finally sat down to eat. I was in the kitchen filling up my cup with whatever juice we had in the fridge, doing anything so I didn't have to sit with my family.
"Ginger, does your back hurt?" Mom said to Ginger, who was squirming in her seat and rubbing her back.
"Maybe," She said, shewing a piece of stale bread.
"Well does it hurt by your tail bone or here?" Mom rubbed her stomach, looking at Ginger seriously. I tried to hold in my laughter,as did Brigitte, knowing where this was going. Ginger looked at her weird.
"Do you think... it's cramps?" Mom said, exited.
Ginger choked on her piece of bread and I burst out laughing, almost spilling the juice all over the kitchen tiles. Ginger glared at me, mouthing for me to shut up and took a sip of water.
"It's a good thing," Mom clapped and I noticed dad giving her a look. "If you're actually having it-"
"I'm not!" Ginger refused, looking at Brigitte for help, who played around with her diner, not looking back.
"What if it's cancer of the spine..." I said overly dramatically, leaning against the wall. Brigitte silently smiled and Mom turned to me, horrified.
"Don't scare her! It's the most normal thing ever,"
Brigitte said a few more scary options but mom was taking none of it. She turned to dad.
"Look what your attitude has done," She then looked at me. "And you," I shrugged and rolled my eyes.
"You know what, I've had enough of all your attitudes," Mom said, her hairdo bouncing around on her head, making the whole scene almost comical.
"Have a fit..." Ginger said, quietly but meaning for mom to hear it. Me and Brigitte shared small smiles.
"That's it, go to your room!" Mom ordered and Ginger left with no protest. Brigitte quietly followed and I did too after mom and dad started an argument, mom yelling something about me having to watch my sisters so they don't go out.
Sometimes it seemed mom thought I could, or will, set a good example for my sisters but it was far from it. She didn't know that I always offered them a smoke, or that I pierced Ginger's ears multiple times, or even the fact that part of the reason the two of them argued so much with mom was because I did.
After our parents left, we went out to fulfill our devious plan. I was trying to light a cigarette as we rounded a corner, on our way to Trina's.
"We're definitely gonna get caught," Brigitte said, staring at the plastic bag Ginger threw around in her hand, bloody and filed with gooey, fake gore. The evening was quite dark and cold, only the streetlight shining down on us, and I shuddered.
"No, we won't," Ginger reassured with no success. Brigitte looked back at me, her face twisted with uncertainty.
"It was your ideas, Bee," I said softly, getting an angry glare from her, while putting away my lighter. The smoke swished around the cigarette, barely visible in the dark but the smell was strong.
"The dog won't even be out, not after everything that's been going on," Brigitte stopped in her track, leaving me to almost bump into her. Ginger didn't seem to notice, looking somewhere in the other direction.
"Well then you'll have to distracted her, while we deal with the pooch," Ginger noticed us stopping and looked back.
"I can't distract her!" Brigitte yelled, maybe a little to loudly at this hour. Before I could say anything, Ginger retorted.
"The fuck, Bee, this was your ideas," She pushed her face into Brigitte's. "If you don't like your ideas, stop having them."
Brigitte looked at me with disbelief, making sure I heard the same thing she did. Her hair made a weird shadow, highlighting the whites of her eyes, making them look like the only thing on her face. I grimaced at the sight. The whole evening had a weird vibe.
"Don't mind her," I mumbled, pushing past her, taking a drag on my cigarette. "She doesn't know shit about what she's doing either..."
We walked over to a playground and Ginger ran over to something laying on the ground. "Whoa, check this out!"
It was another dead dog, although it looked more like a mass of blood and guts, intestines spilling all over. It was missing a head.
"We can even leave a body, she'll freak!" Ginger exclaimed, not seeming that disgusted by what was left of the dog.
"Ew, what the fuck..." I walked around the pile, not being able to pull my eyes from it.
Brigitte whispered something similar but got pushed by Ginger onto the dog, getting orders to take his leg. I took a drag again, looking away and around the empty, quiet playground.
It was a little park in the middle of town, usually filled with obnoxious children and dog walkers, lively and loud, but something about it being so deserted in the dark was unsettling. The hairs on my neck stud up.
"He's still warm..." Brigitte whimpered, visibly holding back nausea.
We quietly looked between each other, the silence saying something none of us dared to. Brigitte pulled on one of it's legs, it slipping right out of it's socket. She dropped it, her face wrinkled in disgust.
"Just leave it," I said, looking at the pile of a dog that was much worse now.
"What a drag..." Ginger whispered too.
Brigitte seemed to look at something on Ginger's leg. "You got some on you," She pointed to some blood.
This caught Ginger's attention as she lifted her skirt and a look of realization dawned on her. "I just got the curse,"
"Well, shit," I sighed. The blood was none other that Ginger's period and it couldn't have been any more convenient. "Let's just go home,"
Ginger sulked a little more until a squeaky sound came from somewhere in the playground, quieting us down. I turned to look at a moving spring horse and then over to Brigitte. Something in the air seemed off, all of us feeling it.
"Yeah, let's just get out of here," She said.
A roaring animal jumped out of the woods, right onto Ginger. I could hear her jacket ripping and her screams carried out into the woods. The impact knocked Brigitte over and I tripped over too, landing painfully on my back. It was silent all of a sudden, the only sound was mine and Brigitte's ragged breaths.
"Ginger!" I called out but there was only silence. Brigitte looked at me with wide eyes and her hair was messier than usual. My heart was beating out of my chest, getting louder and bigger. We screamed her name again and alas, Ginger screamed back. We darted into the woods.
It was dark and very, very quiet. I grabbed Brigitte by the arm with the hand I once held my cigarette butt, dragging her between the branches and fallen leaves.
We stopped running after a while.
"Ginger!" Brigitte cried out, her voice cracking and shaking, but I hushed her, listening for any sigh of Ginger or that thing. We frantically looked around, hoping our eyes would catch something in the fog of darkness. I pulled Brigitte closer.
There was a scream and Ginger knocked us over. I grappled for her hand, or anything to hold her by as she was pulled away again, rustling the leave all over us.
"Ginger..." I whispered, breathless.
The creature was hovering over her, their shadows melting together into one big lump, reminding me of the gruesome scene from earlier. It was biting and slashing, and roaring, leaving only red and blood, and screams. Brigitte was next to me, screaming too, though I wasn't sure it was actually her. There was so much sound.
In a panic, I grabbed the closest, solid thing. Brigitte's Polaroid camera. Hitting the creature over and over, between the screams, the short breaths and the cracking of skins, Ginger was let go for a second.
There was a bright light and before I knew it, all three of us were sprinting away. I was cursing between deep breaths when the roaring of the creature didn't stop, following us through the little woods in the middle of town, that seemed endless now.
We stumbled onto a road and Ginger fell over. Brigitte and I tried to pull her up, but I too, stumbled and slipped on the leaves and dirt.
We somehow ran over the road, from our terror not noticing the van speeding right at us. It's headlights were bright and painful to the eyes. I could only hear us screaming, tires screeching and slimy flesh ripping when we dropped onto the grass on the other side.
There was a ribbon of red blood on the cement and decorating the yellow van, the same one I've seen many times before. Fighting to stand up, I yelled out in a weak voice, painful in my throat.
"Go!" I stumbled over mine and their legs, helping Brigitte to pull Ginger up, letting them clumsily run down the street.
I looked back, chest still heaving and with trembling legs. Through my blurry vision, I met the terrified eyes of the driver, before scurrying away too.
TW: Animal death, mentions of suicide and drugs, cursing, smoking, minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
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The TV was blaring while my sister, Ginger, paid it no attention, playing around with a knife. I was flipping through a magazine I snatched from the drug store down the street, the cover saying something about celebrity drama and boys, neither of which I really cared about.
Brigitte burst into the room, carrying a bunch of stuff for a project.
"Baxter's fertilizer," She said, slamming the door behind her and I went back to aimlessly flipping through the magazine.
Dogs have been dying around here like crazy, starting the rumor that it was the beast of Bailey Downs. I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbors dog was next, since he never stopped barking.
"And everyone was just standing there..." Brigitte said.
"They're probs used to it by now," I said, not looking up. "Wouldn't be surprised if they weren't looking for that thing anymore,"
"How hard can it even be in a place full of dead ends?" Brigitte whispered under her breath, placing all her items down. Ginger suddenly cursed and plopped down on her bed. I did the same, abandoning my magazine somewhere on the end of my bed, never to be picked up again.
"Wrists are for girls..." She noted, talking about suicide like usually. "I'm slicing my throat, you should definitely hang." She said to Brigitte.
"You both got to stop this!" I sat up straighter on my bed, looking at Ginger while she rolled her eyes. I frowned at both of them, feeling a little left out. "You do know how embarrassing it would be for me having to tell people my two sisters committed suicide, right?"
"Ha ha," Ginger sarcastically mocked, while I narrowed my eyes at her. "Well, to bad you survived high school and can finally move out of this hell hole,"
"I don't know Ginge', maybe even your final moment's a cliche around here," Brigitte intervened, not listening to our conversation, observing the dangerous items she brought it.
"Stop wussing out," Ginger pressed. She was always like that with Brigitte, convincing and pushing her around, mostly challenging her to seek thing out till the end. "Not ours, Bee. Our'll rock."
"Maybe y'all should wait a bit until things calm down a bit," I said.
"It's the idea of everyone just staring at me just lying there..." I looked at Brigitte, who was hugging herself, voicing her concerns. "What if they just... laugh?"
Other kids have never been kind to her, well to any of us actually. Ginger had stopped caring long ago and I just stopped listening, but Brigitte always let it get to her head.
"Don't be stupid, Bee." I said walking over, grabbing the lighter that was on Ginger's bed. Ginger threw me a glance, before going back to convincing Brigitte. I played with the lighter, turning it on and off, before trying to light a few of the candles around the bedroom.
"Suicide is like the ultimate 'Fuck you'," Ginger said. "It's so us, it's the pact,"
"It's so much easier for you, both of you," Brigitte said, looking between me and Ginger, uncertain. "You don't care."
"We swore we'd go together, one way or another," Ginger said, and I laughed, remembering the time they made their pact.
"When we were eight," Brigitte said.
Even though I never wanted to admit it or even think about it, I did envy their connection.
They were close since childhood, born not even a year apart, almost like twins. They did everything together, experienced everything together, had the same thoughts and hobbies. Their connection got even stronger after Brigitte skipped a grade, which seemed almost impossible since their bond was so strong already.
They were connected, they were soulmates. I always wanted to find someone like that, maybe even wanted to be part of them.
The two of them were almost connected at the hip or maybe it was the pact that was keeping them together.
As they said the phrase that bounded their pact, I wondered if I was destined to be lonely forever, as pathetic as it sounded.
It was the day Ginger and Brigitte had to present their project - "Life in Bailey Downs." They spend most of their recent free time acting out death scenes and taking photos. I loved how it turned out but the teacher, sadly, didn't.
Brigitte said it was a total bust, everybody laughing and the teacher getting disgusted. Ginger, on the other hand, only laughed at Brigitte and her concerns.
They were having Gym class now, lacrosse to be exact. I was skipping English class, sneaking a smoke while waiting for the two of them to play.
I was taking a secret drag, when three boy caught my eye, sitting on the bleachers, all from Ginger's and Brigitte's class.
"Hey," I said to Ginger, elbowing her in the arm to get her attention. She took the cigarette from me. "McCardy totally just checked you,"
Her face scrunched and she glanced their way, tugging her cardigan closer. Brigitte looked too, eyeing them weirdly. We all turned the other way after a second.
"Well, it's not like you care so," Brigitte said in a monotone. "High school is like a breeders machine, I'd rather wait it all out in our room."
"Or come with you," Brigitte said to me.
I snorted, grabbing the cigarette back, so glad I was going to leave this place while Ginger was practically squirming in place.
"What's up with you?" I asked, looking her up and down, taking a drag. She glared at me but her face softened and she closed her eyes, whispering.
"I don't know..."
We stud there, observing the game before Ginger broke the silence again.
"Hey, Search and Destroy. Go"
I watched, amused, as Brigitte groaned, looking for her victim. It was a game I though them a few years back, we still played it once in a while and it always made me smile.
"Okay, Trina Sinclair." The two of them proceeded to destroy Trina, saying stuff I couldn't even dream of coming up with. I butted in a few times, until the teacher whistled and Trina caught our eye, scowling at us.
"Shit," I said under my breath, as Ginger and Brigitte walked out into the field, followed by a revenge seeking Trina.
I finished off the cigarette while the three boys bursting with hormones made weird comments.
Rolling my eyes, I was ready to leave until Trina body slammed Brigitte into the ground, right where a dead dog happened to be.
I rushed over.
"You okay?" I asked, brushing out a leaf from her hair. She had blood on her face and her hands were shaking. I pulled Brigitte up, walking back to the school to get her cleaned up, glancing back to see Ginger being pushed by Trina.
It wasn't long at all before Ginger appeared in the changing room, still carrying her stick. Leaning on the wall, I observed as Ginger whispered to Brigitte.
"Want me to kill her?" She said and threw me a warning glance to keep my mouth shut. I looked away. Ginger was just intense like that and I knew she wouldn't actually do it. "I'll do it for you, Bee,"
Brigitte shrugged, wiping some of the blood and dirt from her face. "Whatever..."
"This isn't whatever, you know that, even thought I think killing her is a little extreme," I glared at Ginger. "She can't do this to you," Brigitte caught my eye as I said that, wanting to believe my words.
"What about torture?" Brigitte said to Ginger after a minute of silence and I sighed.
It was the end of classes and we were sitting out on the grass. I was trying to light my cigarette but my lighter kept failing. After it finally worked, I through it angrily on the grass. I really needed to buy another one.
"What about her dog?" Brigitte said. It was about Trina again and I knew exactly where it was going. "We can make it look like he got eaten by the beast of Bailey Downs with all the fake guts and blood we have,"
"Isn't that a little harsh, Bee," I joked, taking a drag.
"Let's do it!" Ginger exclaimed, taking me by the shoulder and gently shaking, looking at me as if waiting for approval.
"Sure, whatever," I weakly smiled at her and she grinned too.
A yellow van screeched to a stop in the parking lot, blasting music, right by Trina and her friends. I recognized it instantly as being the local drug dealer, who just happened to always hang around Bailey Downs High when classes ended. The teens all huddled around, exchanging cash for whatever poison they wished for that day.
"She screws the drug dealer," Ginger suddenly pointed, referring to Trina, who was desperately trying to get the attention of the driver, who's reflection was visible in the side mirror.
"I can see why," I joked, earning a playful shove from Ginger.
"Gross!"
We all silently observed as she obnoxiously talked to the driver, who gave her no response. The van lurched back when is started driving back in reverse. The driver, a young guy, looked back, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
He looked right at me as I took a drag from my cigarette and then quickly drove away.
I watched the van disappear.
"Let's go," I say, brushing of the dirt on my clothes, handing the cigarette to Ginger when she stud up. Brigitte gathered her stuff and followed.
"You know, you'd let idiots get away with fucking you up, that why we-" Ginger motioned between me and herself. "Are here to stop them."
"Well, you doing really fucking great..." Brigitte sarcastically said under her breath but not quietly enough, so both of us heard. I loudly laughed, throwing my head back but Ginger pushed Brigitte into me, both of them frowning.
"Hey, Fitz!" It was McCardy. We all stopped in sync, staring him down. "I think we should get together."
Barely as the words left his mouth, I scoffed, grabbing the cigarette from Ginger's hand and scurried up ahead.
I wasn't sure why I was so irritated. Yes, I hated McCardy and the fact that he wanted to use Ginger for his own disgusting urges, but it was also something different. Maybe it was the fact that Ginger was getting noticed by guys, which I never did when I was the same age or even now.
Or maybe because she stood there, looking almost tempted to.
What if Ginger and Brigitte had an older sister?
Y/n Fitzgerald is eighteen and in her last year of high school, so ready to leave the sleepy, close-minded town - Bailey Downs. She's bored, unmotivated and self-destructive, spending her days smoking and skipping classes.
That is until Ginger gets hurt and Y/n is suspicious that it's much more than just a few scratched. With the help of Brigitte and Sam, a local drug dealer, they have to save Ginger before the whole town gets killed.
What will happen to the girl who never cared for boys or believed in love, when she meets Sam and deeply falls for him?
TW: Smoking, swearing, gore, mention of drugs, animal death. (Pretty much the same things like in the movie.) and minimal use of Y/n, English isn't my fist language.
Chapter i
Chapter ii
Chapter iii
Chapter iv
Chapter v
Chapter vi
Chapter vii
Chapter viii
Chapter ix
SYNOPSIS: Kat got grounded and you're bored out of your mind without her. One night you decide to sneak out and see her, which leads to you two dancing in the rain and a heartfelt confession.
TW: Some curse words. English isn't my first language.
WORD COUNT: 1.6K
NOTE: First Lost Records fic! I was listening to the game's soundtrack while writing this, so I hope the vibes are right. If there are any grammar or spelling mistakes pls ignore :')
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It was raining hard since morning. It was for a couple of days now. Ever since I had last seen Kat.
Just a couple of days before, Kat and I had sneaked out to the forest to listen to some new CD's I had gotten. It was late before we had returned. I decided to accompany Kat home and Kat had barely climbed back through her window when Dylan marched in, screaming and yelling, calling their mom and soon I couldn't see her though the window anymore.
I knew Kat was grounded. I haven't seen or hear from her since.
It felt like boredom had taken over my life then. I didn't know what to do with myself, had no one to talk to about books and music, even keeping the lights on in my room until late just in case Kat decided to show up. Spending all my time in my room, waiting for a call or anything, really.
It was late when the rain had calmed down a little bit, the sun had begun to set, coloring the sky a beautiful orange, when I decided I had enough and sneaked out to see her .
When I finally got there, the sun was colliding with the horizon, exploding with rays of reds and pinks and it was the only thing illuminating my path.
Her room was mostly dark, except for a little light in the corner. My heart was beating like hell in my chest. It wasn't the first time I had sneaked into her house, but every time I did, I had the lingering thought of getting caught, especially by Corey. He always scared me.
I stayed outside the gate I always used to get in, knowing the code to it by heart. It was like there was something blocking me from entering. There were a few pebbles laying around and I picked one up. My aim wasn't perfect when I threw it, hitting the roof instead of my goal - Kat's window.
Everything was silent while I hid in the shadow of a bush, waiting with a sinking heart, hoping nobody had heard. I tried again. Picking a rock slightly bigger than the last, this time hitting right in the bullseye and then waited in anticipation.
Kat finally showed. She was wearing her signature overalls and I realized how much I missed her. I waved and she waved back and then looked at her bedrooms door, disappearing for a second.
I must of been not safe to enter, with Corey and Dylan, and Kat's parents but I want's so scared anymore. I just really wanted to see Kat. To hear her.
I sneaked past the gate and to the side of the house, where an old ladder was sitting, waiting for me to use it. With some struggle, I finally got on the roof and to Kat's window.
Kat looked the same except her eyes looked tired. They looked more grey than the usual blue, like it's been drained of life, of the lively color that the sky was on a sunny day. Instead they matched the sky now - darkened with a setting sun. She smiled a bit before sliding the window open for me. I practically attacker her with a hug, like checking she was really here and real and safe.
"Jeez," Kat laughed, hugging back. "Hi to you too."
We stayed like that for a moment. She smelled of rain, children's shampoo and warmth. I didn't want to let got, not now, not ever. Like we were drowning in each other but also keeping each other afloat. Like I was squeezing every bit of tiredness and loneliness out of her, replacing it with every bit of happiness and love I had in me.
We eventually let go and I got a bit embarrassed.
"Hi, sorry," I said, a little bashfully, my eyes meeting hers after a bit. "it's just been really boring without you."
"Aw!" Kat giggled again, taking my hand, closing and leading me farther away from the window. "You do know It's only been a few days, right?"
I rolled my eyes. It felt good to talk to her again, even if just for a little bit.
"So, how have you been?"
Kat's shoulders slumped, the action barely noticeable to someone who didn't know her, and her eyes returned to looking tired.
"It's been..." She sighed, shaking her head. "Boring, honestly. I mean, being stuck in this room, this house." She looked around her room.
The rain resumed again, pounding against the window, trying to break into the safe space of the room. Every second the rain got heavier and more persistent.
"Feels like I'm in prison, actually."
I felt terrible, biting my lip.
"Damn, I don't know what to say," I scratched my cheek, looking at my soaked shoes. The rain was still banging on the window. "I feel bad for not coming here sooner..."
"Nah, don't worry, had my CD player to comfort me but then they took that too," Kat said, absentmindedly looking around her room again, like hoping she'll spot her beloved player. I quietly gasped. "Fucking Corey snitched..."
She walked over to her bad and plopped down, laying on her back.
"I've been dying without it..." Kat whispered.
My heart clenched in my chest. I looked out the window. The rain still falling, the trees and leaves dancing with it. The sun set a while ago, leaving the world in a comforting darkness. I had a sudden idea.
I opened the window, the one I used just minuted before. Kat jumped up and looked at me with big eyes, confused and surprised.
"What are you doing?" Kat said, a little louder, since the rain had gotten loud too.
"Kat," I said, unable to stop a smile from spreading on my face. I extended a hand out to her. "Dance with me in the rain."
She looked at me, mouth agape, eyes wide - filled with emotion I couldn't quite identify. The rain filled every corner and crack of the short silence until her expression softened, in a way.
"Sure,"
I stepped out first, the rain attacking me, piercing every dry inch of me. I pushed the wet hair that had already started to stick to my face. Kat slipped her hand in mine, warming my cold fingers, and I pulled her outside too.
It was raining all around and it was the only thing I could hear. The rain and my heartbeat. Kat looked into my eyes and I noticed that she had a weird expression on her face, one that I've never seen her make.
Keeping her hand in mine, I pulled her across the roof. The rain was coming down in lumps, both cold and refreshing against my flushed skin.
We both tumbled down the roof and the front yard. My hand was slippery now, threatening to let go of Kat, but I persisted to hold on. I was sure that no one could see us in this rain, that had covered us in a sort of sanctuary, and even if they did, it seemed I no longer cared.
Kat was laughing. Well, I wasn't sure if it was her, the rain ringing loud in my ears, but I sure hoped so.
Standing in the street now, hand in hand, far away from that hell of a house, I turned to look at her.
All my clothes were clinging to my body, my hair too, holding tightly onto me, in a grip I only wished to have. I became hyper-aware of myself - my quickened heartbeat and my face, that was hurting from smiling. And her.
We were both laughing now. I didn't notice before, the action now seeming so effortless in the midst of this safe chaos.
A distant thunder echoed, the sound of the sky and clouds cracking and breaking and falling. The clouds above us revealed the dark sky and a big, full moon, who illuminated the raindrops, that now looked like falling stars.
"Look!" I pointed up, draw in by the beauty of the sky. I glanced at Kat for a second. She wasn't looking to where I pointed, but instead her blue eyes were fixed on me. A rain droplet rolled onto her top lip and I followed it with my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze, feeling my body getting hot.
Kat whispered something, but I didn't hear her over the rain.
"What?" I asked, leaning closer.
"I said, I'm glad you came." She said, louder, and smiled at me. We started to spin together slowly, holding each others hands. "My knight in shinning armor!" She joked.
I looked down at our intertwined hands, feeling a little embarrassed. Going out in the rain like this wasn't the best idea, especially when it was pouring like this.
Kat spun me around and we both laughed.
"I never want to be separated from you again," Kat's laughter died down and she looked at me a little more seriously. "I don't care if Dylan or Corey or even my parents-"
I squeezed her hands, hoping to reassure her. "I know, me neither,"
She stepped forward, dropping her head on my shoulder, squeezing our intertwined hands back. I almost gasped out loud, my heart pulsating in my chest.
"You're everything to me..." Kat whispered and I barely managed to catch it. Her soaked hair tickled my cheek, that slowly heated up. I rubbed the back of her hand, closing my eyes, relaxing a bit.
"Your everything to me too..."
The rain covered us in a blanket of bliss, like it had just washed away all our worries and I realized I had never felt so carefree and loved before.
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