A few days later(but read it in the voice you would hear in SpongeBob when they try to show time passing)
ALICE's POV:
Ziggy woke up two days after Cindy did. I guess that's just what bleeding on the bones of a long dead witch gets you, though.
Cindy feels awful about it, but she won't ever admit to that. Cindy is an absolutely incredible human being. There's so much to love about her: her smile, here eyes, the way she listens to what I have to say, the way that in the past few days, despite recovering from at least a hundred stitches, she has comforted me in a way no one else ever could. So it's full of love that I say she needs to open up about her emotions more.
Ever since the awful night at Camp Nightwing, Cindy and I have been inseparable. We barely leave each other's sides for more than three minutes. I'll be the first to admit that there was one good thing to come out of this shitty predicament, and that's that I got Cindy back.
"Heeyyy," Cindy interrupts my train of thought, "Earth to Alice!" She recklessly waves her hand in my face.
"Careful, Snitch. You might pop a stitch," I tease.
"How poetic, can't wait to see the nursery rhymes you pollute the minds of children," she counters playfully.
"Ah yes," I begin, "the snitch, who I thought was a bitch—"
"Hey!" she interrupts, "that's not very nice."
"I'm not done yet cutie," I respond, I can see her cheeks get pink, "but when I saw the hundredth stitch— on her chest— my old opinion was switched." I beam at her, somewhat proud of myself. She laughs, but not mockingly, "I can already see the headlines, 'First Wholesome Nursery Rhyme to Feature Vulgar Terminology.'"
"Cindy, can you and your girlfriend be a little more quiet? The doctors basically said I needed my beauty sleep, and since I can't curl up with The Dark Half and finally find out why the sparrows are important from Rawlie, I intend to do exactly what he says."
Both of us exchanged an awkward glance.
"I— she's not— I mean— we're not—," Cindy tries to form a comprehensible sentence.
"I'm gonna go get some chips from the vending machine," I interject awkwardly. I don't know where I stand with Cindy anymore. I don't know if we're friends or we just have shared trauma. I know how I feel, and I think she feels the same, but I really don't know.
CINDY's POV:
The door slams shut behind Alice, leaving me alone with Ziggy. Ziggy, who had just made the moment very awkward.
"You mean to tell me that you confess your undying love to her because you're scared shitless, think you might die, and therefore have nothing to lose. You also carried her across camp, even though on a normal day you could never do that, and you sacrificed yourself, pushing her out of the way of your murderous ex boyfriend. Because of that choice, you got sliced multiple times with an axe, yet you expect me to believe that you're 'just friends.' No way am I buying that," Ziggy rambles.
"I get that it's weird, and I get that it makes zero sense to you," I respond, "but this is different than me and Tommy— or any other boy for that matter.— So of course I want more than just a friendship, but I can't just say that. I don't know about her, but for me it feels like I just got her back in my life and can't risk losing her again." Ziggy patiently listens as I spill my guts to her.
"Hey, it's ok. I just see how much you love each other, and I don't think I ever saw that between you and Tommy."
I feel tears forming at the edges of my eyes, here it goes, I'm saying it for real, "Ziggy, I didn't love Tommy, o-or at least not in the way he loved me. It's just that— I've never even— I don't know how to say this I-I mean like—."
"It's ok, take your time," Ziggy calms me down. I'm glad we can be more open with each other now. She feels more like my sister than she ever has in the past five years. I think this is why I'm telling her first.
Inhale, then exhale I tell myself, "I don't like boys, I never have. At sleepovers when my friends would talk about their crushes, the only person I could ever picture myself with was Alice.... Ziggy, I'm a Lesbian."
The seconds between my confession and her response feel like hours.
She smiles, "Cindy, I'm so happy for you. I know that it might suck sometimes, but I will always be your sister. No matter who you love."
I smile at her through my tears. That might have been the kindest thing she's said since, well, dad left.
"Thank you, Ziggy. I'm so glad you're my sister."
"I'm glad you're my sister too, Cindy."
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Not This Time (cindyxalice) (fearstreet)
Fiksi PenggemarCindy Berman had watched her boyfriend become psychotic In the same night, she had watched him kill Alice's boyfriend. -Alice- the girl she had grown up with. Whom she had loved more than she ever loved sweet Tommy. -Alice- who she wasn't going to l...
