︎━︎━︎━︎ ❝ 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥 ❞︎
"We all die someday."
"Yeah, but you and I really deserved it."
IN WHICH, Violet Cornel and
Billy Loomis were two
teenagers subjected by the
power of l...
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━︎━︎━ VIOLET'S ROOM, 1996
I WAS almost certain that after tonight I would never return to Woodsboro. I'd be a fool to. Woodsboro was becoming a part of my past that I was leaving behind forever.
After today, it's all gone.
I was glad to leave this house. There were just too many memories here. Good and bad.
I had my first kiss with Billy when we were 10 under our tree, my dad taught me how to swim here, and my mom and I would cuddle up on the couch eating junk food and watching rom-com.
I grew up here.
My measurements were still carved into my closet door.
But I also lost a lot here.
Downstairs in the kitchen, I ruined all hopes of anything with Billy, in the dining room my dad and I were tied up to the table by Cartel members while he was forced to shoot my mom or else they'd kill me and my mom right in front of him.
In that same room, my dad shot himself years later.
And here in my bedroom, I found out I was pregnant with my best friend, who is also a killer, baby.
So much that I won't regret leaving.
I pulled the one-legged doll off of the shelf and just held it. Her head was stained with dirt but her eyelashes were still perfectly painted on along with the blueness of her eyes.
"Time to go, Charlie," I whispered before laying her in the box, carefully.
Now, my bedroom was empty. Plain, white walls, my bed was perfectly made, my closet only held hangers, and the dressers were now pounds lighter.
I laid the box flaps over each other before I taped it shut.
All done.
Now, it's just time to go.
━︎━︎━ WOODSBORO, 1996
KEEP UP the act. I ran with Sidney over to Randy with a bullet in his shoulder. My hands shook going to his wound.
One single touch and my hand was covered in blood. Sidney stood up in front of Randy and I. "Anthony Perkins. Psycho," Billy smiled to himself.
I stood up next to Sidney. "Corn syrup," I tilted my head as he pulled his finger into his mouth.
He gave me a nod. "Same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie," Billy stared at her.
"Mom that's sick."
"So was he."
Sidney grabbed my arm and took off, but before we could actually go anywhere, Stu stopped us. "Stu! Help us please!" She cried.
