Slash (a RH slasher fanfic)

"Some girls wear masks to hide. I wear mine to feel seen."

Woodsboro was supposed to be quiet. Temporary.
A place to start over after the kind of loss you're supposed to cry about.

But I don't cry.
I watch. I collect. I study people the way most girls study horoscopes.

Then there's the group at the fountain. Loud, magnetic, dangerous.
And the boy who doesn't speak much-but watches like he's always hungry.
One invitation pulls me in.
Then another.
Until I realize I'm not the only one pretending.

Everyone has secrets here.
Some of us are just better at hiding the blood.