Do you believe in ghosts? | Winrina adaptation

4 | Final Girl

|Karina|

I had two options.

Tell the police that I had been attacked, and got away without so much as a bruise. I did have a lovely little letter now engraved into my skin, but other than that, nothing. I could tell them that, but wouldn't that look suspicious? Or would it not? Fuck, I'm overthinking this too much.

Or, I could not tell them, and just act like it never happened. Because I'm really not looking for anything that would make me seem as though I was the killer, trying to attack myself so it would look like it wasn't me.

But they didn't have any actual evidence to lock me away, so even if they did suspect me, it wasn't like I'd go to jail. Not to mention, I didn't even wake up on the floor where I had passed out, I woke up on my bed. Which means the killer picked me up and brought me upstairs to my room.

That seems like too much compassion for a killer, doesn't it?

Despite being scared to tell anyone, I felt like I needed too. Maybe two person, at least. The two people who I knew who wouldn't immediately think I was lying.

"Damn, Rina," was all Haechan said as he sat down on the foe leather armchair in the hospital room. "I mean, I get it. You do have that charm."

"Chan." I glared at him, sitting at the edge of Aeri's bed. He sighed and raised his hands up in defense, apologizing.

"Let me access Ning's brain real quick." He closed his eyes and placed two fingers on either side of his temple. "Ah, got it." He nodded and opened his eyes, placing his hands back down. "You, my little bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, are probably the final girl."

I completely disregarded him telling me I was most likely a "final girl", and gave him a weird look. "What the hell did you just call me?"

He shrugged. "Seemed fitting."

Aeri snorted, throwing her head back with a laugh. "You're still high?" She nodded at me, a huge grin on her lips.

"Yeah, I was like 'oh, no. My wounds, they hurt so bad.' Then I shed some tears. But anyways, I don't think you should bother with the cops. There's no evidence and there's nothing they could really do expect give you guard cops, and if they did, you could just stay with me."

"I guess you're right." I brought my legs up on the bed and crossed them. I went to tell them the other thing, but I held back. How would they react? I wanted to act like it didn't happen, like ghostface didn't basically fucking brand me.

I don't know what "W" meant, but I didn't like it, and I'd rather just act like it wasn't there. I placed my hands into my lap. "Have you talked to Irene?"

"No. But I probably should," Aeri sighed.

"That Seulgi girl still with her?" Aeri nodded at Haechan question. "You know, something about that girl is off. I'd bet my soul she's ghostface."

"Honestly, I agree. She's really creepy. I mean, I'm glad for Irene, and hopefully she isn't, but she gives off that insane vibe." I nodded, agreeing with Haechan completely. "But either it's not her, or there's two, because the person who attacked me was, like five-six."

I thought it over, imagining last night, which sent chills down my spine just remembering. "And their hands were slim, like they were a girls. So, you know, there's that."

"Maybe you should go to the cops." Haechan said. "I'll call Tiffany."

Sheriff Young scribbled away at her little notepad, her eyes going from left to right faster than I ran from ghostface. I think I should learn taekwondo.