Wasteland Baby (Jenna Ortega Oneshots)

-There For Her- (T.C)

-Wasteland Baby-

-Tara Carpenter-

-Requested-

2 months. Its been 2 months since the Ghostface killer attacked you and your friends, it was a bloodbath. Together, Amber and Richie were able to ruthlessly slaughter everyone they aimed too, except for you and the two Carpenter sisters.

After you had decapitated Richie with his own machete and Amber was set on fire, the three of you were left to reflect, you three really were all that remained.

So, armed with this knowledge and new found uncertainty for your own safety, the three of you packed up and moved to the big city, Sam and Tara were able to find an apartment, while you had a smaller house about 20 minutes out from them, as you were quite well off.

People handle grief differently, Sam became much more protective of her sister, whereas Tara hadn't spoken to you since you parted ways a month and a half ago. You were a different story, you seemed to be fine with it, carrying on with life.

At a glance, in the normal everyday bustle of New York, you appeared to be a very upstanding person in life, nice hair, nice clothes, perfectly average. But it was when you were in the comfort of your own home that the cracks started to form.

You hadn't made any friends since you arrived, you sometimes talked to Sam, who every time would ensure you that Tara missed you, but that she couldn't bring herself to call you, and you knew why, because it was the same reason you hadn't made any friends.

You were worried that the second you let someone in, they'd end up being a psychotic murderer, or be the target of one, you thought that letting people into your obviously already cursed life was selfish, so you opted to spend your time alone.

At around 10pm every night you'd begin to brake down, crying for anywhere between 2 minutes or 2 hours, sometimes crying until you fell asleep. Remembering all the people, all the needless deaths, all the people that deserved to be in your position more than you.

This night was one of those nights, and a song had came on that reminded you of Wes, your best friend and among those murdered, that's when you began to really brake down, covering your mouth as to be quiet so the neighbours didn't hear you.

That's when you heard your door knock, you quickly wiped your face, thought it was still obvious you were crying, and you looked through the peephole.

The door knocked again as you saw who was on the other side, it was Tara, dressed in dark blue clothes that looked a few sizes too big for her, her hair was in a messy bun and it looked like she hadn't slept in days.

You slowly opened the door, as the two of you made awkward eye contact with each other, neither of you being sure as to what to say.

"Uh...hey" You greeted, as Tara nodded.

"Hi...mind if I..." Tara gestured to the inside.

"Oh, oh right, yeah yeah sorry" You laughed off, stepping to the side to let her in.

Tara walked in, her eyes darting over to the fireplace, which had photos of you with almost all of those murdered, all of your friends, with a picture of you and her, both doing the bunny ear signs to each other in the middle.

Tara smiled at this, looking back to you, you had really grown into your looks, you were sort of considered the ugly kid in school, but in recent years, more and more people were finally starting to wake up to your looks.

To be honest the thought that you and her were alone together made her want to throw up, she was far too nervous to even talk to you for extended periods of time, but she would always let her personality shine when you two were texting.