𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙫

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃?

after the attacks, sarah needs someone that was able to provide comfort and stability throughout all of this, so she picks up her phone to dial ericas number. as she opens the contact, she hesitates for a moment.

watching jesse get wheeled away in the ambulance was a wake up call for sarah, she is putting her friends into danger just by existing. and she can't let it happen anymore.

turning her phone off and slipping it back into her pocket, she walks out of the crime scene and decides that it would be best to just head home. her guilt is overshadowing her conscience, she cannot deal with all of this looming cloud of hurt anymore.

once as she reached her house, she stepped one foot through the threshold and smiled at the warmth that her house held. traipsing over to the kitchen, she goes to get a snack from the fridge, all this stress really perks up a girls appetite.

pulling open the fridge door, she gets out a peperami and some random chicken skewers. after she's retrieved the food she wants, she turns to the kitchen table to go sit down. the sight laid out before her was nauseating, enough to make any living being's heart rise to the tip of their throat.

a hand. gords hand. it was just lying there, bathing in it's own blood. she turned away and felt herself gag, what the actual fuck.

what do i do? do i call someone? do i hand it over to the police? this makes me look guilty. shit.

picking up her phone, she reluctantly dialled the one person who would help deal with this in a down to earth way. that was rory. his air-headed personality will help to ease the tension that had arisen in the atmosphere.

"rory. i need you at my house. now." sarah spoke into the phone, her voice trembling as her eyes couldn't help but give into the urges and keep flicking over to the severed limb. "i'm on my way, whats wrong?" the sound of keys and his front door closing could be heard in the background.

"lets just say, someone left me a present and i think you would deal with it the best." her sarcastic tone was no indication to rory.

"okay! i'll be there in ten!" and with that the call ended and sarah ran to the bathroom. everything she had for lunch these past few days regurgitated into the toilet bowl.

now she is even hungrier than before, but she cannot eat with that thing inside the house. continuing to hack up anything residing in the pits of her gut, her teardrops littered the seat.

why me?

her continuous cries and gags were stopped when she heard a knock at the front door. wiping her mouth, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, ridding herself of any anxiety that was felt.

with each step, a new emotion surfaced back. fear. anger. sadness. she couldn't be sure, she was feeling too much recently that it was hard to decipher. once as she reached the bottom, she braced herself and flung open the front door to be met with a smiling rory.

his smile faded when he saw sarah though, placing a hand on her arm. "sarah. what's wrong? what's this present you were talking about?"

"it's on the kitchen table, can i wait here? i cant physically look at it again." she questioned, retrieving her body away from the boy. "yeah, of course." rory gave a comforting smile and slipped past her, leaving the girl in her place