Until Dawn Prompts

I'm So Sorry

Prompt for Anon on Tumblr! 'Ashley can't sleep alone after the canon events that happened and invites Sam over.'

I made this a BIT more angsty than it was originally suppose to be. But hey. That happens.

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Words: 1092

Pairing(s): Pre- Ashley/Sam (The Badass and The Paranoid)

Alternate Universe- Ashley and Sam ONLY survivors

Warning: Pre-Femslash, Angst, Canon Deaths

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A broken sob escapes me as I curled up tightly on maroon couch in my favorite pajamas, I tried to hold it in as much as I could but failed miserably. The memories of that night kept flooding in even as I attempted to block them out, not being able to forget it for the life of me.

Ever since Josh's prank I've been having terribly detailed and gruesome nightmares. Nightmares of Jessica being mangled and torn apart as she calls for me down in the trapdoor. I had a terrible feeling in my gut so I refused to open it up, and it's probably my fault she died in the end.

Nightmares of Josh being sawed in half still haunt me even if it wasn't really him being cut in half. The smell was so disgusting and being covered in 'His' blood for the rest of the night was so not hygienic. When he revealed to us later that night that he had been the maniac the entire time I felt so. . . .betrayed? I thought Josh was our friend. I mean. . .we weren't the closest people in the world. But I still thought if him fondly because he made Chris so happy. .

Nightmares of Chris never making it to the door in time breaks me every time I think about it. Watching as that Wendigo just tore his head off as if it was nothing and watching as the head rolled up right to the door, eyes wide and unmoving as he stared up at me, eyes fading to a light gray color. . .I regret that I wasn't able to help him in any way and just stood around being completely useless like I had been all night--

I need someone. Someone to talk to.

The only other living one was Samantha. And I highly doubt she would want to talk to me after everything that had happened.

When she had run out of the lodge and flipped the switch, successfully killing the Wendigos and Mike (She didn't MEAN to, She was just so scared even if she didn't show it.) She had looked so broken as she laid in the snow, staring up in horror at what she had just done and I tried to crawl over to her to comfort her but she just stared at me blankly, helping herself up.

Remembering.

Remembering what we had done to Emily.

I couldn't help it. I had urged Mike to just shoot Emily because she had been bitten by one of those things. And I believed that a bite could be a possible monster changing thing. . . I don't know what I was thinking. But I was wrong.

So so very wrong.

Once the helicopters picked us up Sam just seemed to distance herself from me. When they interviewed me I was a bit hysterical and I really don't remember much.

They found Matt down in the mines. He had been impaled on a hook apparently, drowned on his own blood. Jessica was found with no jaw. Naked as well. We never heard back about Josh. Only that they had lost a few men down there.

After all of that I got sent home, my parents took me out of my college classes for a month and It's now been 2 weeks. I have no idea where Sam is or what she's doing or even if she'd want to see me. . .I look over nervously at my cellphone, wiping at my face as I tried ti build up my confidence. I sighed shakily and grabbed the phone, clicking on her cintact and setting it in speaker phone and sitting it down.

Ring. . . . .

Ring. . . . .

Ring. . . . .

"Hello?" I heard a voice on the end say and my eyes widened, surprised she had even picked up, "Ashley? Are you there?" Sam asked incredulously on the other end and I quickly picked up the phone and sighed.

"Sam! Oh my god I am so happy that you picked up! I--" I choked up. Not managing to say any more.

"Ashley? What do you need? Do you want me to come over?" Sam asked, sounding worried which made my insides feel strange, like small butterflies were dancing around inside. I made a sound that sounded similar to yes, "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Just stay calm, okay?" Sam said, voice soft and comforting. I mumbled a yes and heard the line go dead. I sat the phone down and shakily smiled as I got up, realizing that I looked like complete crap from all of this wallowing and rushed to at least brush my hair down and try to make my face look less puffy from all of my crying.

I heard the doorbell ring and gulped, moving through my small apartment to the door, looking through the keyhole I could see Sam standing there, hair done up in a messy bun like always and wearing yoga pants and a hoodie. She had a bag of food. . . Vegetarian? I opened the door and gave her a smile, she returned it and stepped in. I shut the door once she was in and heard her sitting the bag on my coffee table. I turned to her and met face to face with her. She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Ashley. . . .so sorry. I shouldn't have distanced myself from you so much. We both need someone to take solace in. . . .I tried to forget it, I did. But there is no way I could get closure that way." She admitted and I hugged her back tightly, still trying to hold in the tears that had been threatening to escape. I didn't want to seem pathetic.

"I-I tried to forget to. It's too hard. . . ." As I was hugging her I could feel myself just melting into her, being with her like this just felt right. During times like these I notice how much Sam and I know nothing about one another, how we were only really acquaintances who had met because if the Twins, Josh, and then Chris. It was all very fascinating as I recalled all of it and I regret not taking more of my time to get to know her.

It's never too late of course.

"I'm so sorry. . . ." I mumbled into her shoulder, tightening the hug. "Stay the night?" I asked hopefully and Sam nodded, I sighed happily and closed my eyes.