Shadyside, 1978. School's out for summer and the activities at Camp Nightwing are about to begin. But when another Shadysider is possessed with the urge to kill, the fun in the sun becomes a gruesome fight for survival. Y/n is a counselor at Camp Ni...
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Let's just say that Cindy's death didn't have the best impact on mom. We tried reaching out to dad but he didn't give a shit about his first daughter's death. Mom still thinks what were joking about Cindy being slaughtered. I guess denial is her way to cope. On the plus side, she stopped drinking. Ziggy and I were released from the hospital after our treatments. They still want us to come back, just to make sure everything is okay. Oh, did I say we were on the news? Mortifying. Anyways, Ziggy and I are supposed to go shopping.
I stuck my head out of my room. "Ziggy! Hurry up!"
"I'm coming. Geez." Ziggy rolled her eyes before hopping on one foot, in order to put on her shoe. Taking a couple hundred bucks, I stuffed them into my back pocket before opening the door.
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"I wonder what happened to Sheila." Ziggy spoke as we looked through the clothing rack. I shrugged before turning to look at a pair of stompers. (a/n-they're thigh high heeled boots)
"What do you think?" I raised an eyebrow at Ziggy while holding the boots up.
Ziggy made a 'so-so' movement with her hands. "Depends on what you're wearing with them. Have you found your date outfit yet?"
"First of all, its not a date. Second of all, Cindy was the one that helped me dress for these kind of things. It feels different without her."
Ziggy put a hand on my shoulder. "Just think of it as if she's in college. A college that she won't come back from. Thats what I do anyway. I think I have an idea for what you can wear. How do you feel about a skirt?" Ziggy asked, holding up a jean skirt. I nodded before looking at the jewelry. Picking up a few rings and heart earrings I walked over to Ziggy. She had the rest of my outfit
"Now, I get pick your outfit."
Ziggy furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm gonna regret this." She mumbled.
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After picking out an outfit that Ziggy approved of we paid for everything.
"How about slushies?" I proposed while counting the remaining money we had. Ziggy agreed before opening the door to the shop.
"Hi, what can I get for you today?" The worker asked as we read the menu.
"I'll have a (your favorite slushie flavor). Large." I responded.
"Can I have a large cherry slushee, that's mixed with blue raspberry." Ziggy ordered.
The worker nodded. "That'll be $10.43." I handed the money to her. Once she counted it, she went in the back to get our slushies.
I nudged Ziggy's shoulder, signaling our slushies were ready. "So, what do you wanna do now?"
Ziggy shrugged. "There's nothing for us to do. Mom's loopy, dad is MIA, Cindy is...you know. It's just you and I." She was right. Cindy didn't even get a funeral. It's hard to act like everything's fine when its clearly not. Don't get me wrong, life goes on. Ziggy and I were lucky to survive, I guess I just feel guilty. Cindy died thinking we died with her, Alice died thinking we stopped the curse, and poor Tommy had no clue what was happening to him.
"Y/n?" Ziggy speaks, snapping me out of thought. "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm just fine. What do you say we go look for a so called 'date' outfit?" I smile, holding out my arm.
