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"guilt isn't always a rational thing. guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not" -anonymously quoted person(covid person, as blondebisexualbitch thinks)
song to listen to: as the world caves in by sarah cothran (epic orchestral version)
warnings: death. mentions of death. blood. lots of blood. some more death. a lot of angst. crying. breaking down. a lot of mental health issues are heavily dealt with. death. swearing. guys i'm so sorry. more breaking down.
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the night of saturday, october first, 1994
I heard Kate begin to scream for help, and that sent me straight into panic mode. It didn't matter whether Sam and Deena made it to another place where Sam could die, it didn't matter that there was likely a killer after me, the only thing that mattered right now was Kate, and whether she was safe. Simon and Josh had each other to watch out for, so I wasn't too worried about them. At least not at this moment in time.
Tommy charged at me, swinging his axe like a wild man, and I ducked down just in time. The axe cut through at least ten cans of tomato soup, making it splatter all over the floor and the shelves-and then it got stuck. His axe got stuck. With Kate's screams as a twisted music in the background, I broke the axe out of his hands, leaving it there in the wall. There was a stupid moment where neither of us moved, sort of both dumbstruck that I had just done that.
And then his hands wrapped around my neck, instantly beginning to squeeze tightly. That stupid sense of deja vu kicked in again; I gasped for air and grabbed at his arms, trying to think of something that would get him off of me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was grasping at straws here, but what came to mind was better than nothing.
"Please-" I begged, tears starting to stream down my cheeks. "It's M-Mia's...Mia's niece."
Tommy's grip loosened. It actually fucking worked. I pulled his mask off of him, grabbed the millionth butcher knife of the day, and stabbed straight into his shoulder. There was no blood on his face, which was pretty shocking to me. He looked like the Tommy Slater that Auntie M would gush about and show me pictures of, and to be honest, that was the most unsettling aspect of this entire night. He looked so normal-but I couldn't let that get to me. The second he fell to the floor, I sprinted towards the back of the store.
"Go! Go, she's right behind me!" Simon suddenly burst through the doors from the back of the store.
Josh, Simon, and I all turned and ran to the front of the store now. We were gonna get cornered, there was gonna be no way to go anymore. Nowhere to run. We could only hide now. Ruby Lane was behind us. Tommy Slater was out of sight, moved from where he had been. Ryan Torres was nowhere to be found. Three mass murderers, all lurking in the shadows and ready to strike. The three of us got up to the bakery area, and the sight laid out gruesomely before us made me scream.
Kate's lifeless body lay in place of where bread should be; her entire head mangled through the bread-slicer. Josh and I turned to face Simon, who had an axe hacked straight into his head. I screamed again as I watched his body fall down to the ground, as as Tommy began to chase after Josh, I crawled over to his bloodied body. I rested his bloody head in my lap, and began to sob.
"Please, please baby, please...come back to me, please, please, please!" I begged, I screamed, I cried, but I knew he wasn't coming back.
Neither was Kate, neither was Mom, neither was Heather, neither was anybody from the other massacres. They were all dead, and Sarah Fier didn't give two shits.
"Is that what you call protecting me, Rose?!" I screamed out to the sky. "What sort of protecting is this, huh?! What sort of protecting is this!?"
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It had worked. Sam had died, and she'd came back to life. How fucking lucky was she? The grocery store had turned into an utter and complete chaotic crime scene; I stood there with a blanket wrapped around me and felt nothing watching Kate and Simon's bodies being taken away. Paramedics had tried giving me medical attention, but I just pitched a fit until they left me alone. I couldn't handle it right now. Nick Goode made sure no cop at the scene asked me questions.
"Where's Dad? I need Dad." I had asked Nick that question about thirty minutes ago, and he'd said he was on his way. He still wasn't here yet, which was another lie Nick Goode was set to execute perfectly. They were blaming what happened on drugs. On Kate and Simon. It made me want to kill them all. Nobody had listened to me when I tried telling them the truth, either.
"Jenny?" Dad's voice came from behind me, and I turned around.
( cameron peters's point of view )
Jen looked so broken, she looked just like a little girl again. She was traumatized. She'd just watched her boyfriend and best friend die-and now that I thought about it, probably her own mother. Not a single word was spoken as she jumped into my waiting arms; the emotional weight of everything making me slowly sink down onto my knees. We went down with each other, crying and trying to get words out of our mouths, but ultimately being unable to.
"I'm s-so sorry...so sorry, Jenny," I finally managed to whisper to my daughter; I left countless kisses on the top of her head.
She didn't need to talk, to even acknowledge that I had said anything, and that'd be fine with me. I think I might've preferred it that way, because the second she sank lower onto the ground and clung to me like she used to when she was five years old, I nearly lost it. Her sobs pushed me to the breaking point; Jen screamed a scream of pain and loss into the blanket that officers had given her, and all I could do was try not to have the same reaction as she began to shake from her cries. It hurt, and it hurt so badly that I was unsure if I would ever be okay again-if either of us would ever be okay again.
She'd gone through what her Aunt went through-how the hell am I supposed to tell everybody that? How the hell am I expected to tell Mia what happened? This curse isn't killing anymore of my fucking family, I won't let it.
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fun fact: i'm sobbing
this chapter is so sad, i'm so sorry
but on the plus side jen survived!! (it's very sad that we're looking to that as the one plus side of all twelve chapters so far)
and ik i didn't focus too much on simon and jen's relationship in this, but it wasn't that necessary to me in the long run, and there really weren't a lot of moments where they could be sweet and have a moment alone together- which is a big contrast from 1978, we had more time before everything went to shit in '78.
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