YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I DO

01. new york , new rules.

​​A/N

this is not beta read so pls bare w me and pls do ignore any errors...

It was a quiet, eerie night. The cold wind blew in people's faces. Twas the night before Halloween, meaning that the neighborhood was decorated in scary decor. It was a beloved holiday, honestly. Most people love the fall weather, scary costumes, and horror movies.

Dakota Vega is a perfect girl with a stupid, perfect life. Too bad her life will be cut short soon.

Standing afar was a tall, slender figure in a Ghostface costume.

The figure follows the blonde-headed girl into the alleyway as the surroundings grow darker and darker.

They slam Dakota's face into the brick wall, causing her to wail in pain. Dakota's head gets pulled back and bashed in again. Then again, before she gets thrown onto the ground with a busted nose,

Dakota squirms, trying to get away. The ghostface tackles her and immediately stabs her, making her gasp for air. "I—" she struggles to get out. "You bitch! I know you. you're—"

"I'm who?" The raspy, silky voice said,

Ghostface stabs Dakota again. As a result, she squeaks out something inaudible. She then gets stabbed again, and again, and again.

For the finale, the ghostface brings the knife up to Dakota's throat and slashes it. The figure stands up, drenched in blood.

—

Sam's walking back to her apartment after that shitty therapy session.

She keeps trying to call Tara, "Hey, you've reached Tara. Why aren't you texting me?"

She rolls her eyes, "You know you're supposed to answer me when I call! I got off therapy early, so I was thinking maybe we... cook dinner tonight? If you want. I'll see you soon."

She arrives at her dorm, unlocking the door. She enters, turning on the light before locking the door, "Hey..." she hangs up her purse and takes off her jacket, "Tara?"

She walks into the hallway, turning around when she hears a sudden noise. She slowly walks, hearing moaning and creaking. Jesus.

Sam runs her fingers through her hair, chuckling, "Quinn?"

The ginger girl opens the door, looking at Sam.

"Were we being too loud?" Quinn asks.

Sam smiles, shaking her head slowly, "Not at all. Have you seen Tara?"