Enchanted

"CHAPTER ONE"

(Please play "Infinity" By Jaymes Young)

Previously on "All Too Well":

The feeling of pain and soreness was spread throughout Y/n's body. Her eyes began to open, making her groan.

Was she in the afterlife?

"What the fuck?" She mutters, in a bed. She hears footsteps approaching, while she rubs her head from a headache. "Am I dead?" She asks confused.

"Not yet." The voice replies.

"Hello?"

"What did you get yourself into while I was gone, baby?" Y/n looked in shock, as Amber stood in front of her.

"What the actual fuck." Y/n mutters, stunned.

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Amber doesn't say a word as Y/n takes everything in. You've got to be kidding. YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!!!! Why the fuck is she not dead? It becomes a dead silent room. Finally Amber speaks up.

"Are you okay..?" Amber looks at Y/n confused. Y/n doesn't reply but just sits on this random bed, in this random room, with her suppose to be dead ex-girlfriend she cheated on. "I know it's a lot to take in." Amber stands up off a chair that was in this random room. She begins to leave the room. "I will give you time—"

"How am I here?" Y/n looks at Amber, she turns back around to answer Y/n.

"Because..I put you here." Amber replies

"What do you mean 'I put you here'?"

"I mean—"

"Im suppose to be dead—you're suppose to be dead!" Panic begins to fill throughout Y/n's head.

"Just—Y/n, calm down. You can't have stress with the injuries you have."

Maybe..maybe it was one of Y/n's visions. It has to be. There's no way Ambers alive.

"This..this isn't real." Y/n scoffs trying to get up off the bed. She groans as she tries to stand. "F—fuck."

"Y/n—Y/n." Amber rushes over to help Y/n sit back down. Amber touches Y/n's back to help her.

"Woah—what the fuck!" Y/n screams as soon as Amber touches her.

"What? What?" Amber stops, confused. Y/n falls back onto the bed just sitting.

"You're real. You're actually real. What is going on?" Y/n looks around the room taking it all in.

"Obviously, why wouldn't I be?"

"Maybe because you're suppose to be dead?!" Y/n shouts. "And I...get visions of you." Y/n says under her breath.

"What—? You get visions...of me?"

"Yes—obviously. I mean—remember Sam? I get visions of you—used to, and my dad." She explains to Amber. "Amber whats going on, why am I here? Why are you here? How are we alive—"

"Y/n—I never died. Gale—she missed the bullet on my head. It grazed the top of my dead, so I just pretended to play dead."

Y/n takes all the new information in.

"Why didn't you come back to kill us? All ghost-faces do."

"I thought.." Amber sighs. "I thought I caused you guys enough pain." She shrugs.

"And how did I get here, with you?"

"I saw the news and replaced your body with a different one. Somehow you stayed alive and here we are. We're both suppose to be dead, but we are alive." She explains.

Y/n thinks back to her 'last moments' she remembers being shot—oh shit, Tara. SHIT TARA.

"I gotta go—" Y/n tries standing up again ignoring her bodys protest.

"Woah, Y/n, you can't go."

"What? Yes, I can I will be leaving—"

"You are a mass murder who has now faked her death, and you just want to walk around in public?"

"What do you want me to do? Stay here forever?"

"Y/n just stay here. We can't risk it right now! You will be arrested."

"Who the hell are you telling me what to do?"

"I just saved your ass! You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you for what? You started this shit! I killed all of them for you! This is your fault! You hear me? Yours! I just wanted you to forgive me. You broke everyone. Everyone! Chad, Mindy, Sam, Tara—Me! Holy shit, me! Why did you do it, Amber? Why—"

"Same reason you did.

"What—?"

"Im crazy. You're crazy."

"What? I did it for you!"

"Keep saying that Y/n. You did because you're a
Bridger. You are a born killer. You have the blood of a ghost-face!"

Y/n scoffs.

"Thats what you're blaming this on? Okay, so why haven't I snapped all those years before you tried to murder me and our whole friend group? Tell me, Amber?"

"You didn't want everyone to be right. Everyone you know was calling you a murder because of your last name—"

"And you're doing the same! You're just as stereotypical as them! I didn't do this shit because Im fucking crazy—I did it because I was crazy for you! I needed you—"

"You cheated on me with my best-friend."

"You cheated on me with Richie."

"Me and Richie never even actually cheated! I only said that shit because you slept with my best fucking friend! Gosh you are so fucking stuck up—"

"This would've never happened if you just left us alone. Left me alone. You're a fucking psychopath. I am not like you—"

"Says the one who enjoys killing."

"I don't!"

"You sure? You got a little too deep in to character while you were trying to carve up Gale."

"For. You. She 'murdered' you. Amber, when are you going to get that you left my heartbroken when you went all fucking ghost-face on us—

"When you are going to realize that you broke MY heart when you cheated on me with Tara?"

"I loved you! I loved you so much, Amber. You trying to kill me? 'I love you, forever' as you stick a knife right through my fucking chest?! Were you heartbroken then?!"

"Y/n, Im sorry—please let's just stop arguing."

A few tears go down Y/n's face. She's not crying but just letting tears go down her face.

"No! No!" Everything Y/n's been holding in for the past year is being let out. "I loved you—and you went and tried to kill me?" Y/n takes off her shirt. "Right here! Right here. Look." Y/n shows the scar on her chest near her collarbone. It was the scar from the night amber shoved a knife into her chest. It was the Woodsboro night.

Amber starts crying.

"I know, okay! I know—Y/n I wasn't okay! Im not okay. Im insane Im sorry! I loved you. I loved you too. I was deeply. You broke my heart with Tara so I just—I couldn't." Amber walks out of the room.

Y/n stares at the doorway Amber had just walked through. This has to be a dream. How is this real?