𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩 - 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧

6

Tara traced a finger across her stomach. She was standing in front of a floor length mirror, her shirt tucked up to reveal her scars. They'd seemed so...simple. Like something that was just there. But now she knew the back story, thanks to Y/N.

She'd been stabbed 7 times in the first go, 3 in the second and, according to Y/N, 6 the third.

And memory loss to go with it.

Tara didn't tell Sam she knew. She didn't feel that Sam needed to know that she knew. She'd learned what she wanted too. She wasn't happy with the outcome, no. She'd never be happy with it. But the knowledge that she'd understand what they were talking about, that she wouldn't feel like an outsider, made up for it.

She tucked her shirt back down and stared at the one on her hand. She knew when she saw it that it went through her hand, but she never thought that would be the reason why. The pink, softer skin was like a reminder off what had happened now. She'd look at her hand and think about how she was a victim of a series of murders, coming away alive but scarred.

Was it worth the knowledge?

Y/N had started staying at the Carpenter's house more and more over the last week, and Tara had to admit. She didn't hate it. She still felt weird around Y/N, because she still felt like a stranger to Tara, even if she was a stranger who knew everything about her.

"Hey Tar." Y/N smiled, setting a basket of laundry on Tara's bed. Tara jumped a little.

"Hey."

"Sam told me to bring you the laundry. Said for you to go downstairs, she wants to talk." Y/N said, patting the laundry before turning and walking to the door.

"Alright, thanks." Tara sighed, exiting behind Y/N and walking downstairs.

Sam sat at the kitchen table, a glass of water in her hand. Tara couldn't tell by her stance if this was going to be a serious conversation or not.

"Tara...sit down." Sam said, a sort of softness to her voice that convinced Tara this was serious, but she wasn't in trouble.

Tara obeyed and sat across the table from her sister.

"So. I decided I should tell you...what happened." Sam said, a pained, forced expression on her face.

"Oh." Tara shrugged. "I already know."

"What?" Sam coughed. "How?"

"Y/N told me." Tara shrugged. "I wanted to know, so she told me."

"That asshole...Y/N! GET DOWN HERE!"

There was some footsteps and Y/N appeared at the door.

"Yeah?"

"You told her?!" Sam cried. "I thought we discussed this! I was supposed to tell her, I'm her sister! You shouldn't have done that, Y/N, she could have completely lost it or something!"

"I wasn't going to lose it-"

"This is a danger to her mental health!" Sam said. "You suck absolute ass at talking to people, you probably traumatized her or something!"

"We will circle back to that later, and I said it as easily as I could have."

"Yeah," Tara mumbled. "She explained it great, actually."

"Just...both of you, go upstairs."