“ are we, @finalsister? ” spitfire, red hot anger was fueling you. it’s as if gasoline had been poured and sparked a fire on your skin, unraveling and ravaging. [ WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER ... ] if they were in this together, she’d be staying. instead, she’s going to be all alone suffering in the abyss of the hellhole they call home. woodsboro : what a joke. a drunk of a mother, an absentee father; you were going to be all alone to face the drama and inevitable darkness that life would entail. how shitty. “ you promised you’d never leave me! ”
tara : “ we’re in this together. ”















