Remeber When Cindy Swore

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"Kurt! Will! Anybody!" Ziggy yelled as we stopped at the entrance of the camp. Looking around we saw the bus leaving. In the shadows, Tommy was approaching us. Ziggy and I ran back to the Mess Hall.

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Running in and closing the door, Ziggy and I shared the same idea. I turned on the radio before we ran into the back. Quickly grabbing a knife out of the kitchen, we went into the storage room. We knew Tommy was here when he started pounding on the door, eventually smashing it. Ziggy was hiding in one corner, unable to be seen, while I was behind the door. Slowly walking up behind him, I prepared myself to attack Tommy. Unfortunately, the music stopped and my footsteps were now heard. Out of panic, I stabbed him. Although, it didn't do anything considering the fact that he only shrugged it off. Throwing me against one of the shelves I fell. My screams became louder as Tommy got closer. Attempting to fight him off, I successfully threw his ax from his hand. Trying it to run away I was stopped when a tight grip found its way around my neck.

"Tommy! It's me, Cindy's sister! Please-" I coughed. Not showing any sign of remorse he tightened his grip. My arms weren't of any use to me. Come one. Think Y/n think. A bag! Reaching behind me I grabbed one of the burlap bags and put it on his head, I tightened it, removing all air inside. Before I knew it I was being thrown onto the floor. Looking up he was there with his ax at hand. Finding my way to my feet I ran out, into the kitchen. Miraculously, I managed to trip on the table. "Ziggy!" I yelled. The plan was, she comes out when I'm about to die. Basically, right now. Tommy lifted up his ax preparing to hit me, but he didn't. The sound of a knife piercing his back was all I heard before he turned around. Once he did I saw the face of none other than, Cindy Berman. Ziggy ran past him before helping me stand up.

"Fuck! You!" Cindy yelled as she repeatedly stabbed him. Ziggy and I were both in shock, considering the fact that she loved him so much.

"You swore." I panted.

"It's becoming a habit." Cindy sighed before we all hugged.

"You smell like shit." Ziggy joked.

"Yeah, that's because I'm covered in it."

"Oh, God." I groaned. Cindy laughed before pulling apart from the hug.

"You think it'll wash out?" Cindy asked, looking down at her shirt.

"You might need a new polo." I laughed.

Tears ran down Cindy's face. "I'm so sorry, you guys. I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't here, not just tonight, but every day. I haven't been here. I know that now. You guys just needed me to listen, to hear you. I thought if I put my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine, that I'd get out of Shadyside, but... but now I know you were right. Everything is cursed."

"I could've been nice." Ziggy sympathized.

I grabbed Cindy's hand. "Cindy, you can't get rid of the Shadyside in you. Saving up all your money to buy a polo doesn't make you Sunnyvale. You're Cindy Berman, with the hot murdering boyfriend and amazing little sisters. Embrace it."

"I won't let anything pull us apart again," Cindy mumbled before taking Ziggy's hand and forming a group hug. A distant banging interrupted our hug. Cindy started to get up but I signaled for her to stay down. Walking over with caution I peeked into the hole.

"Alice!" I let out a sigh of relief.

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A/n: this chapter is edited. I hope that I meet all your expectations with this chapter. If anything doesn't make sense please feel free to comment on it and I'll fix it right away. Tysm for reading <3

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