jenna ortega imagines

Im sorry (TC)

Y/ns pov

"Shit" I mumbled, staggering to the wall. "Come on y/n...you can't possibly be this weak" i heard the voice of ghostface say. I look up at him with tears is my eyes as i back against the wall, clutching my side. "Please..." I mumble between heavy breaths. "You can't do this to me- you can't do this to Tara!" I shout, tears burning in my eyes as I try to plead with god knows whoever's under the mask.

"It's too late y/n...poor tara" he growled, i sobbed and shut my eyes as he raised the blade up, glinting in the dim light of the room. I stayed quiet as I prepared for the feeling of the sharp blade in my chest. Thump. My eyes shot open to see the ghostface had fallen to the ground, knife discarded near his gloved hand.

I looked up to see Mindy bloody and breathing heavily as she dropped the broken lamp near her side. "Oh god...y/n- shit" she mumbled, not noticing my injury as I desperately attempt to hide it. "Go- im fine" I say, looking at her with a small smile. She hesitates before nodding and rushing back out, going to help the rest of the group.

I let out a shaky breath and look down at my side, holding my jacket around it and wincing, I feel tears burn in my eyes as I look at the amount of blood I've lost. The gash in my side still pouring out blood as i close my eyes and take a deep breath. My vision starting to blur as stars dance behind my eyes. shit...

tara's pov

I catch my breath, wincing as i press on a couple bruises near my bicep, eyes widening as i see mindy. "fuck- Mindy- you're alright..." I look at her desperately and frown worriedly. "i- is y/n okay?" i say, the desperation in my voice undeniable, frightening myself with how vulnerable i feel. "tar-...i- she said she is" mindy says, her voice soft and hopeful. what does that mean...she's okay, right? she has to be...she has to.

suddenly i see sam run up to me, it takes everything in me not to hug her and sob...but i have to stay strong. "tar- oh god...i'm so sorry" my eyebrows crease in worry...what? what does she- she seems to have realized what the look on my face means. "oh god- ...you don't know? tara...just- just go" she says, pushing me towards a room and directing me, and i can't shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach...i run.

timeskip

tears are already burning in my eyes, the realization having hit me minutes ago as i clutch at the doorframe of the dreaded room...the room is come to hate for so many years to come. fuck- no no no...y/n...i run to her, dropping to my knees and ignoring the piercing pain i feel from the force, sobbing openly now as i nearly collapse onto her from grief.

"You can't do this to me y/n..." I sobbed, holding her face in my hands as she looked up at me through hooded eyes. "Im sorry tara...I tried" I heard her say. "No...y/n- no!" I shouted, but it was too late. "I love you" she whispered. I sob and look down at her, holding her body in my arms as if i could save her. But I couldn't...no one can.

bonus (tara's pov)

i sit, idly fidgeting with my hands as my leg bounces up and down, every time i close my eyes i see her face...and eventually sam couldn't bear letting me be in this unbearable pain. so now im here...sitting in this stupid waiting room, waiting for a stupid therapist. as if going to therapy can bring y/n back...i pout as sam drags me out of the cushioned chair, up towards my therapist's office...but my eyes catch on a hooded girl walking by, i see her hesitate too...there's something oddly familiar about her, she frowns and i shake off sams hand..."tara?" i hear her whisper, her voice broken but...god it's the best thing i've ever heard. holy shit...therapy fucking brought y/n back.