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"you feel like home, and everywhere i've never been. all at once" -butterflies rising
song to listen to: drifting by nf
warnings: mentions of death, swearing, flashbacks, mentions of weapons, weapons-use
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I said goodbye to Tatum. I said goodbye to Robyn. I said goodbye to Captain Tennille. Why? Because there was a good chance that I would never see them again. I made sure that the last words they might hear from me were how much I loved all of them, how proud I am of them, and all of that jazz. I needed to make sure they remembered me that way. Sure, there was a chance that I would get out of this night alive, but there was still that haunting chance that I wouldn't. And I'd rather be safe than sorry.
I rode down the dark streets of Shadyside, Captain & Tennille playing on the radio making this night all the more unsettling. Not a single car passed mine on the way to Ziggy's, which only made me speed down the creepy roads even faster. What cop would come after me at this time of the night-what cop would actually care? I had barely put the car in park before getting out and sprinting up to the door, banging on it upon seeing that there was only one car in the driveway.
"Ziggy?! Ziggy are you in there?! I-I'm here, it's me, it's Mia!" I don't know why I was so frantic all of a sudden, but here I am. Being frantic as fuck.
All of what must be at least fifteen locks can be heard unlocking before the door is able to be opened. Sure enough, Ziggy is standing at the door, a dagger in hand. Under no circumstances would I question why Ziggy Berman has a dagger in her hand-I didn't question it before 1978, and I certainly stopped questioning it after 1978.
"Oh Mia...oh, thank God, I thought you weren't gonna come," she breathed out before pulling me into a hug, which gave me slight PTSD due to the movie Carrie.
The only difference at this moment was that Carrie White's mother had had the knife concealed, hidden from her sad daughter, and Ziggy did not. Plus, neither of us could ever be killers, not after what we've gone through.
"Come in, quick. We can't give them enough time to find out where we are." The redhead ushered me inside, and the second she did so, all locks were switched back on, and it felt safe, like how all schools wished but failed to make lockdowns seem.
"I left a voicemail for Nick-" Ziggy ended her sentence abruptly, and I gave her a look.
"Nick? Seriously? I thought you guys haven't talked since '78..." I allowed my own sentence to trail off, seeing as two could easily play at that game.
