tamber one shots

a letter worth a million words

tw: attempted suicide (mentioned)

tara blew her nose for what seemed like the millionth time before plopping back down onto the chair beside the bed. she watched amber sleep peacefully and listened to the heart monitor beep every few seconds; she couldn't help but wonder why this all happened, why her love thought doing such a horrible thing was the answer, but she couldn't bring herself to open the letter— the letter her love thought would only be read because she was dead.

it was right beside tara on the small table with her name on it. she didn't want to read it- especially since amber is alive- and it felt wrong for tara to read something so personal to amber. yes, she is her girlfriend and the letter is dedicated to her, but tara didn't know what big feelings rested in that letter. she felt as if it was an invasion of privacy in a sense.

amber had always been so closed off and kept her personal life personal; i mean, tara hadn't even known what her parents did or if they were even in the picture until seven months of dating, so reading that letter... it didn't feel right for tara.

although, she did want answers and amber probably wasn't gonna wake up til tomorrow. tara would have to leave tomorrow because sam isn't letting her miss school, and amber's parents are flying in.

tara was not gonna meet amber's parents in these conditions.

chewing the inside of her lip, and looking at amber, tara sighed and cautiously grabbed the letter. she opened the pink envelope carefully, gently opening the sticky tab trying her best not to rip it.

she pulled the paper out of it, noticing now it was two pages long.

carefully and cautiously, she read the first page.

hi tara.

if you are reading this it's either because i fucked everyone over by going through with richie's stupid plan, or i actually succeeded in ending my own life. both suck but it's what i had to do, i guess.

if i went through with richie's plan and ended up getting myself and others killed, all i have to say is i'm sorry. i know sorry won't help anything, let alone excuse my actions, but i really can't think of anything else to say. i guess richie for me, was a outlet. he let me talk about all my shit freely and let me unload. he gave me advice that was actually useful unlike any dumb shrink my parents force me to see against my will. he ultimately earned my trust by being there, but he also used that against me.

he had so much information on me, and he did horrible things to my little sister and sent me videos of it. if i didn't go through with it he would have hurt her more and i can't apologize for wanting her to be safe. i know richie doing all that still doesn't make anything better, but i really didn't think i had a choice. please check up on her for me okay? ask my parents or something assuming they're coming back to woodsboro to the house.

tara truthfully didn't know what this part of the letter was about, but she's gonna look into it later.

if i got killed by sidney prescott tell her thank you. even though she isn't my favorite character, she's still so badass. if i didn't get killed by her then break my headstone because i don't deserve to have one. it's un-honorable. any ghostface not killed by sidney sucks. but hey, maybe she passed the torch to someone else now, so. future ghostface probably won't be killed by her.

tara moved into the next page.

if i actually killed myself then i don't know what to say. i guess, i wanted an escape. with me gone it's a big burden off everyone's shoulders. my parents don't have to send me money because they kicked me out- because i was the problem child- you wouldn't have to remind me to eat lunch every day and be bothered by me texting you all the time because it has to get annoying right? and richie won't have someone to push his plan onto.

i don't have to ask mindy about dumb conspiracies that i know annoy her, wes doesn't have to be bothered by me because i got the girl he likes, liv can stop talking shit about how shitty of a girlfriend i am, and chad can stay chad. i just bother people by being me and yeah, maybe there's a better solution then this, but why try to change– it never works, when you can just kill yourself? it's a win-win for everyone.

tara shook her head as she began to cry again.

i know i get annoying because i don't cuddle with you, or hold your hand in the hallways, and don't walk you to class, but i think apart of me was waiting for you to leave. everyone has to leave eventually. i thought once you'd leave i'd do it but i just couldn't handle it anymore. i couldn't handle richie, i couldn't handle my parents, it was too hard. it was never because i never wanted to do those things with you though, so don't think it was.

nothing that led me to this was your fault, don't forget that. i know you like to blame yourself for things that are completely out of your control, but this time you can't do that. please don't do it. i want you to move on, and be happy!! but like not too fast and it better not be wes. jk if you like him one day go for it. i love you so much and i'm so proud of everything you've done— for me, for yourself, for anyone. you truly are the best thing to ever happen to me and i'm forever grateful. you were the best girlfriend/partner i could ever ask for.

i guess i should be wrapping this up because it's already so long and i don't want to take up too much of your time. you're the only person i wrote a letter for so hopefully people know that i did love you, and i wasn't using you for homework answers lol... anyways. don't be hung up on me for too long okay?

love forever,
amber.

tara wiped at her cheeks furiously, coughing a bit from the cries she was trying to hold in. god, she couldn't imagine what it'd be like if it actually worked, and she's so so thankful amber is still here with her. the pain of finding amber and reading this letter was already too much for her, she couldn't imagine what would have happened if she found amber dead.

"tara?" amber mumbling pulled tara out of her thoughts. "where am i?"

"baby." tara whispered, wiping the last of her tears away before scooting closer to the bed and grabbing amber's hand. "hi honey." she put on a smile for her.

"what- were you crying?" amber asked, trying to sit up but her body was so tired.

"i- well i was earlier."

"why?" amber furrowed her eyebrows, looking around the room. it finally clicked for her. "...oh."

"amber." tara whimpered.

amber looked at her, before scooting over on the bed and patting the space she made. "come here."

tara was hesitant for a moment before carefully climbing onto the bed beside amber. amber gently pulled her to lay on her chest and wrapped her arms around her. tara began to cry, thinking about how she could have lost this.

"don't cry." amber kissed her head.

"i- i was-was so sc-scared, amber." tara cried. "i was worried i lost you forever."

"you didn't though." amber said. "i'm right here, baby. don't be scared."

feeling amber's thumb rub gently against her arm, tara's eyes began to fall closed, but she wanted to ask more questions and she still needed to notify the doctor that amber was awake.

"i need to get the-" tara was gonna sit up but amber's arms tightened around her.

"shh. sleepy time." she whispered.

amber's parents walked in a few minutes later, finding both girls fast asleep in the hospital bed.