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Ashley + Text Posts

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going to be slow with things for a bit, but how about a STARTER CALL to get things going?

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            "  Hey, Beth? Has, um, Jess or Emily                 talked to you since we got here?  "

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            "  Do you think she hated us? I mean,                 like, after she ran out. Do you think                 that... during whatever happened                 after that... she still hated us?  "

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“—Yea.”

     The word was shoved through gritted teeth; such a strenuous motion for a task so simple. Hence came a forced hiss of an exhale, and Chris’ anatomy doubled over and relied on the placement of hands against his knees for support. “Jesus… fuck.”

     Miasmas of previous events reeled in distorted frames. Merciless, surreal. No, this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be -

     Oh, but it was. It was as real as the pain in his head, it was as real as Ashley’s voice and the cold air in his lungs. Breaths quickened through parted lips, and the growing symptoms of horrific realization soon bred panic. There was no time to think, hardly a time to mourn.

     “It’ll be okay.” Those words seemed fake, cracked and sticky against the roof of his mouth. Yet, they were still offered while Chris straightened himself and extended his hand in an almost absent-minded gesture.

     “C’mon, We just… we just need to find the others. Now.”

          "  Will it?  "

She can't remember when she started shaking nor if she had stopped since getting her hands free. The tremors still flow down her arms, her legs, and her fingers tremble as she tries to wipe the blood — Josh, oh god it was Josh it could have been HER — away from her palm.

Yet Chris offered his hand and there's no hesitation as red stained skin found home against his own. How poetic and ironic it is that they both have blood on their hands right now.

Mouth opened. Shut again— she wanted to ask how he was doing, to apologize over and over again for getting him into this mess. If she hadn't gone through the door after Josh, then maybe they'd both be alive. Maybe he wouldn't have had to choose between her and his best friend. Josh was dead, at Chris' that PSYCHO's hand. The blood didn't stain the masked man, though. It stained him deeper than the surface.

She wanted to ask if he was okay and take a second to breathe and allow him peace. She figured that'd be the right thing to do, yet she doesn't. When fingers squeeze against his hand, what comes out of her mouth isn't what she wants at all.

            "   But what if he comes back, Chris?                  What are we going to do then?  "

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              “Please,” 

his voice cracked. He understood the hostility in her voice. He understood her anger. All he wanted was to get back at them. His sisters were gone and there was no way to get them back. He was just lucky to make it out with them alive. He could feel his CHEST tighten, it was hard for him to breathe. 

                       How can he explain himself? Would she even listen                        to him? Wasn’t his actions a clear cry for HELP? He                        wanted to cry really badly. He doesn’t even know where                        to begin to redeem himself. He just wanted to get back at                        them. How did it become so violent? 

             “Ashley, listen. I… It wasn’t supposed to get              that violent. I-It was only supposed to be in the             cabin. A-And it was only supposed to be special             effects and stuff. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.             I’m sorry, Ash. I’m sorry… please. I… I don’t want to             be alone.”

            "  You didn't just hit me.  "

She didn't want to LISTEN to him talk, but here she was, goading the conversation on. Fingers tugged at a bloodstained sleeve, dragging it further down her arm to her palm. Her nails bit into the fabric and held it there for a split second before releasing it in a nervous habit.

God, it's hard trying to think of what to say. Her thoughts were jumbled, snapping back and forth between one thing and then next. Hannah and Beth... attacking both herself and Chris... attacking Sam... punching her ( although she was responsible for stabbing him with scissors, but she had panicked )... and then the second trick. The second prank with the saws and... and the whirring and the GUN—

No matter a prank or not, no matter the intentions, the trauma would still be there. An apology couldn't wipe away the things he had done and give him a clean slate. Not like that. Even with the circumstances.

            "  Special effects weren't hitting Sam and... and                Chris. You weren't responsible for Jessica, but                you still did awful, awful things. God, I don't...                I can't just ignore that. Hannah and Beth wouldn't                have WANTED this.  "

Their names sting her tongue. She felt guilty for bringing them up. Maybe that's why she made no move to leave, but rather crosses her arms and curls in on herself.

           "  ...But I-I don't know. I don't know, Josh.                I don't know anymore. I mean you scared me."

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            "  Hey, Beth? I know that this is really, really                 short notice but do you want to maybe do                 something after school? I could honestly                 use a distraction after today.  "

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          "  Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean               a 'soul deal'? Those aren't even a               thing, right? You’re just joking?   "

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methodxcal.

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     Purple and red collide in a nebulous harbor over his left eye, posing as the source of rhythmic throbs with every pulse of his heart. Digits rose to momentarily brush upon the marred flesh, only to wince as a sharp pain dissipated from the injury.

      “I-it’s fine, Ash. I promise. Although I won’t reject an asprin if we so happen to stumble across a bottle of it.”

                        “Are you okay, though? Did he hurt you?”

And she wants to BRUSH away the pain she can see. The wince, the red, all of it. What happened had happened, and she's slowly, slowly coming to terms with the fact that she can't help it. That apologizing over and over again for the death of Josh — that she partially caused, oh god he had to choose between them — won't do anything to help. Right now, it would only make things worse.

Arms cross loosely over her chest and her shoulders hunch for a second. She draws inward on herself, but she nods in agreement. Uncrosses her arms just to rub at a sore wrist where restrictions had dug into her skin. Aspirin... she could keep an eye out for that.

            "  N-no I'm fine. I don't think he hurt me.                 I don't know. The door opened and I                 thought I heard Josh, but he wasn't                 there and the next thing I knew that...                 that  GUY  grabbed me and...  you                  know the rest.  "

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            "  —Okay, okay, but I swear I do need                your help. Just a little advice and I'll                let you go. Pretty please, Sam?  "

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            "  Mike— I am so, so sorry about what                happened to Jessica. I mean I can't                believe she...                                 can I ask what happened?                                Like what actually happened?   "

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            "  Have you apologized to Josh yet?                 Y'know for like... writing the letter                 and the whole stupid prank thing.  "

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going to be slow with things for a bit, but how about a STARTER CALL to get things going?

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going to be slow with things for a bit, but how about a STARTER CALL to get things going?

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"  Look, I don't want to... to talk to you, okay?  "

She doesn't. She doesn't even want to LOOK at him. Every time she does, she doesn't see him for who he is, or who he was. No, there's just false memories of a death he didn't endure, screams that weren't meant. A giant JOKE. A PRANK gone wrong. But he had survived, and survived again. He'd made it out safely like the lot of them.

                (    Yet she hates him so much. There was sympathy, for how                       he'd lost his family. She'd been part of the reason why that                       had happened in the first place. But now there's nothing.                       There may never be anything again.   )

              "  You hit me. You— you played TRICKS                   on us, Josh! You made us think that you                   were dead and I don't want you near me.                   Why don’t you go find Sam or Chris. I’m                   sure they’d love to talk to you.  ”