[ &. ❛ FINAL GIRL.

THIS HAD BEEN HER BIGGEST CONCERN, her involvement coming back to ( bite her in the ass ) in the worst way physically possible. she had wanted so badly to be able to strip herself of the ACHE of the pain of theRADIOACTIVE NON-STOP TORMENTING at the hands of nina patterson and her army of BITCH CLONES that lived and breathed just to make others miserable - in her ( blind rage ) she hadn’t THOUGHT OF EMMA until it was too late. and there was no amount of PLEADING OR BARGAINING that could have swayed the otherwiseUNFATHOMABLE mind of piper shaw - there was no keeping noah and emma safe and the fact that she KNEWshe was just as responsible made it even harder to come to terms with. emma couldn’t possibly know how much it HURT her when she was tossed aside like yesterday’s news ( throwing away everything audrey had thought theyBUILT with it ) - it hurt just as much as watching emma break down before her now did. she doesn’t even realize she’s been silent for so long, taking deep breaths to try and keep herself from snapping - BUT IT’S TOO LATE. as she watches emma kneel down to pick up the scraps of paper on the floor, her silence ends.

‘ i screwed up. ‘ are the first words that escape her mouth all at once, a little TOO loud as something snaps and she gives way to the words threatening to spill. there’s not enough ways to APOLOGIZE - knows that she doesn’t even deserve emma’s ( forgiveness ) - but she can’t stop. ‘ okay? i know. i majorly SCREWED UP, but i swear on everything i didn’t want to hurt you. god, emma, if you had ANY idea how important you are to me you’d know - ‘ she stops herself, hand raised at her side, talking just as actively with her hand movements as her high, offset voice. she gives up, DEFEATED, with a heavy breath and a drop of her hand. ‘ just.. don’t tell noah. please. i know you SAID you wouldn’t but -  he’d never look at me the same. kind of like YOU’RE doing right now. ‘ and she deserved that, she SO deserved that, even as she watched emma grasp for strips of paper. she doesn’t know what else to say ( what else CAN she say? ) without telling emma EVERYTHING.  ‘ stop. you don’t - you don’t have to do that. i’ll pick it up. ‘

a thin strip stretched TIGHT between her fingers is covered in what must be piper’s SCRAWL: an aggressive, fast-scribbled phrase.  i know that it hurts.  betrayal is the worst crime and i can help       emma grabbed a fistful of the stuff, crumpling and crunching between her fingers.  three years of hating her ENOUGH to produce this pile of hate and no doubt many piles more.  ❛ i wouldn’t do that, ❜  she says, automatic like muscle memory.  she gives a WEAK laugh at the image.  how was she even to approach the subject ?  our best friend killed had a hand in this CLUSTERFUCK ?   ❛ i know it helps your sleep at night to think i’m a BITCH who wants nothing more than       ❜  her voice gets loud before she pulls its plug, letting it fizzle out in the air. 

                                              ❛    it’s not just my story, emma. it’s yours too. and brooke’s, kieran’s, jake’s, audrey’s, your mom’s- brandon’s. i mean, technically this all (   began with him.   )  everything traces back to thatfaithful halloween night.    ❛

                                    brows crack with a small furrow, silvery tone burrowing useless rambling was a habit perfected in the days of junior high    &   rather unfortunately carried onto adult years. quickly taking the hint to stop talking, famed authorinstead takes a sip of scalding coffee. it burns the tongue    &   throat but is not minded. a grown up survivor girl   &   former trusty know-it-all sidekick sit at the homey little coffee shop that had become a regular hangout place for all high school students. sudden memories continuously hit as digits glanced around, the sensation causing stomach to twist. the abundance of times their trio consisting of the two along with audrey jensen had sat in the place, tones hurried    &   dripping with slight p a s s i o n as theories were tossed around like a football.  an incredible effort was put into not forgetting about the traumatic horrors faced in hometown, but suddenly it is wished that the happier memories could have been erased. they seemed tainted now, considering once partner in crime had not been spoken to in years. the days of bicurious    &   the ever so loyal virgin were long gone.

                                         pertaining to the others, the book reigning in success    &   glory had irritated them beyond means. perhaps it seemed as if he was basking in their agony    &   using it for personal gain. perhaps he was sought after it. each one of their gang of survivors was slowly returning to hometown rooted in tragedy due to the latest killings that had taken place a mere week ago. two teenagers with their entire lives ahead of them had been butchered late one evening ; broken dreams    &   (   silent screams   ) etched upon pallid faces as knife struck skin. the perpetrator had taken careful aim to be shown on security cameras of the home. they were wearing none other than a certain iconic mask. in contrast to common belief, noah is not just there for the story. gentle of his determination, selfishness has    &    never will be his epitome. interest has always been inflicted within the macabre. this was his truth. so, him coming back & being pursued by said motivation was not exactly a surprise. besides, helpfulness could be used to a certain extent. knowledge of how maniacs worked was still front &   center of cognition of brain. subtle purse of lips as mug is carefully set down, fingers tapping onto hardwood as gaze meets hers for a brief moment. they were once just children thrown into a war    &   now they were not kids anymore. innocence was lost at such a young age    &   never regained.

                                                 & FIINALISMS.

emma coffee sits in front of TIGHTLY FOLDED HANDS, fingers overlapping so as not to reach across and wrap themselves around noah’s neck.  with each name on the monotone list, emma’s senses begin to overload.  brooke’s PERFUME, still lingering in her bedroom; kieran’s LEATHER JACKET, a size too big, keeping her warm.  jake’s shit-eating GRIN.  audrey’s       AUDREY.  audrey, begging forgiveness.  audrey, looking like emma’s childhood dog, head hanging low, guilty as all hell; the image forever cemented in her mind.  and the blood and the blood and the blood.

emma blinks and takes a regrettable sip of her too-bitter, room-temperature coffee in an attempt to feel something else.  ( she doesn’t. )  she has felt nothing but this ACHE for the past week.  last friday, she had come home from work, slipped off her heels, grabbed a cupcake she’d been saving for her WILD FRIDAY NIGHT IN, and turned on the television.  with the headline drop, the cupcake had fallen icing-first onto the floor.  ever since, she’s felt both a NUMBNESS and a FEVER.

with her now free fingers       thin and bony from a full week of LOST APPETITE       emma traces circles on the worn wood of the tabletop.  she gives a nod at the two middle-aged women hunched over teacups and scones.  ❛ see those two ?  they think that sluttly old maid daisy duval had not one child but TWINS, and with lakewood’s very own FRANKENSTEIN. ❜  a discreet point towards the cashier, sizing up every customer coming through the door.  ❛ he thinks it’s a COPYCAT PAIR who can’t wait to SLAUGHTER me. ❜  emma leans back in her chair; there’s no PLAYFULNESS anymore.  she turns and looks at the group of fresh-faced KIDS, all exchanging hushed whispers and worried looks.  ❛ the new us, in time for the sequel, ❜  she mutters, turning back to noah, a new kind of DISGUST glistening in her eyes.

if you had to change your character’s fc       who would you pick ?

adslkfjasklfd !!!  this is actually SO hard but i love thinking about this.  i really love danielle campbell and i don’t think she’d make a perfect emma, but i think she’d do pretty well considering their facial mannerisms can be similar at times.  i’d maybe also consider alicia sanz tbh bc what a cutie bUT she has absolutely no gifs that i can find.  the struggle man

what’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them ?

emma and i would probably have a hard time finding things in common to talk about.  i’m a very analytical person and, while i think emma is educated and a distinctly bright person, she’s not very critical and analytical like i am.

what’s a ship you really like rping ?

AUDREY AND EMMA FOR SURE.  i love this because there’s so much there and especially roleplaying with you has been just delightful.  they’re so real despite their not-real circumstances, and i think that they have such a chemistry and partnership on the show that writing for them is really awesome. 

for other characters, i’ve really enjoyed developing an adaption of wendy darling and james hook with vanival​ and writing an adaption/modern au of tigerlily and wendy darling with my friend angie.  those are definitely like, two of the really incredibly developed ships i have that i just ADORE.

what do you like about roleplaying angst ?

you’re never going to be able to guess who i voted for !!

 THE STING IN EMMA’S WORDS HURT, no doubt about that, but not as much as how emma drove the words home in just the right way. it wasn’t her loud voice or the desperation in her words to find any kind of reasonable explanation, it was the fact that they were having this conversation in her own bedroom. not on the porch, or in an otherwise ( public ) space, but in the privacy of her own bedroom that had once been a safe haven for her and emma. before emma got pretty and drifted away from her in favor of her high school TORMENTORS. the same bed where they had been young and silly, DARING for that first practice kiss that would become a secret between friends. it was the first time she realized she LIKED emma as more than just a friend - and why the girl’s laterBETRAYAL had been so hard to handle.

 ’ LOOK - will you just - give me a chance to EXPLAIN? ’ is her question after the silence is too overwhelming and her eyes are trained to the shredded pieces of paper on the floor. ’ i know you’re PISSED, and i don’t blame you, but there’s more to it than THAT, ’ she tries, grasping at straws to get the girl to look at her with a look that was less than a STRANGER looking into the eyes of a monster. ’ she reached out to ME, and i know that doesn’t make it any better, but i was so hurt after you left. you fucking LEFT, em, after - ’ she stopped herself, lifting a hand where fingers brushed through her hair nervously and she started over. ’ noah’s great, but he’s not the same asYOU, and you didn’t even CARE that nina went out of her way to be a raging bitch and make my life a living HELL, i just wanted to get even. give that BITCH a taste of her own medicine, ’ her voice trailed off. ’ and then NINAshowed up dead. d'you know what happened when i told piper to fuck HERSELF? ’ she asked, eyes wide, WILD. ’yeah, she killed rachael. just to teach me a LESSON and i knew if i backed out, she’d go after YOU next. it wasME, but i swear to god i didn’t WANT to do it. i’m not a MURDERER. ’

emma blinks then blinks again.  her mouth goes dry.  she looks at audrey’s face and it turns STRANGER, and now emma knows, feels the KNOWING and the ACHE behind her ribcage, somewhere there and somewhere blossoming.  there, too, is something of a hunger for what could have been, a HUNGER for what she had once famished to be away from.  she realizes there is something raw and EXHAUSTED in audrey’s eyes.  her only friend left in the world is standing there explaining the inexplicable  ( with every buzzword       rachael.  you left.  raging bitch.  get even.       emma feels a new hurt because there was not a single SURPRISE.  it was a long list of all the things she knew she’d hear. )  emma had to work so hard to smile at audrey’s father coming through the door and had to work even harder to smile at her own mother on her way out of the house that morning and hardest still had been GETTING OUT OF BED.  she’d spent all night crying, no more than two hours of sleep under her belt.  ( did audrey know ?  did audrey care ? )  emma blinks then blinks again. 

❛ i'm not going to the police. i’m tempted to tell noah but you would never hurt HIM, so it’s not like       ❜ a shaky breath and a glance down at the shreds and a look back at the stranger and finally it HITS her, and now she gets it, and the taste of copper which oozes from the gummy inside part of her cheek must be that TASTE OF MEDICINE.  ❛ i never said i wasn’t selfish, ❜  emma confesses, voice low with exhaustion.  ❛ it was stupid and wrong and i’m SORRY rachael died and i wish you didn’t hurt but a part of me thanks god that now you know what it’s like because WHAT YOU FEEL and WHAT YOU DID and the inability to EVER FUCKING SAY SORRY ? ❜  emma slinks off the bed and kneels down beside the scraps, picks them up. 

✉ wasn’t sent.

sms: does audrey hate me ?sms: do you hate me ?sms: did i really mess things up that bad ?

ø late night.

sms: i have a theory but what happens if i don’t want it to be right ?sms: like i mean there a million possibilities so why believe this one right ?

@ scared.

sms: LOCKED IN BRANDON’S OLD TOOLSHED. I’M WITH AUDREYsms: CALL THE COPS AND COME GET US OR SOMETHINGsms: I’LL APOLOGIZE FOR YOU NOT COMING LATER OKAY JUST HURRY

♀ heartbreaking.

sms: what i did in eighth grade.  you have to understand that i had no idea what i was doing, okay ?  like it was still wrong, but i just didn’t know.sms: i know you guys like to say it was because i got pretty but honestly i was just the dumber one out of you three and nina knew that.  nina saw that.  sure, i was more conventionally attractive, but there’s something more than that.  you guys know that, right ?sms: nina was what she was because she was good at manipulating people.sms: we both know now that audrey wont’ forgive me, not ever.sms: and you don’t have to either.  i’m not saying that.sms: but now that we aren’t speaking to she who must not be named, i really want to be friends again.  you’re gonna have to stop talking about what happened, but i want to be friends again.  that’s my only request.  and if you have some, go for it.  i just don’t want to be alone and i REALLY don’t think you should have to be either.

ツ excited.

sms: look i KNOW you guys normally watch horror but since I’M the one picking it out ….sms: please please please please please can we watch some decent noir ?sms: please please please please please ?

$ accidental.