What's your least favourite horror movie?

For Natalie, it's experiencing the worst of her nightmares. Your torture. Your screams still echoed in her ears, gut-wrenching, raw, ear-bleeding. It came from the gut. And it was true fear.

She's heard you scared before. When the howls of the night sounded and you'd cuddle up next to her, blamed it on the need for heat and warmth. But she knew better. Yet she's never heard you so.. guttural. And her screams of protests proved it haunted her.

"STOP, TRAVIS, FUCKING STOP!" Your words left a deeper scar on her than she thought it would. Sounds of blood rushing, flesh tearing, the stabbings he brought upon you.

Travis had gone insane. Full mental-ward insane. He started to have these weird visions. Even when having sex with Nat, he'd see Lottie beneath him. Then he started to pretend she was Lottie. But no one knew what cause him to snap like this. To snap so hard he was killing you.

And Natalie couldn't get the image of Taissa and Van carrying your body towards her. Towards the remaining living teammates of the Yellowjackets. They laid you on the rubble of the wilderness, frantic hands that searched you, shouts for equipment. Natalie's seen her teammates die, she's seen it, but why did yours make her feeling like she was dying along with you?

And before she even knew it, her shoulders were shaking, hands trembling violently, and sobs wracked her body. So hard she actually collapsed beside you, looking at the splattered blood upon your soccer uniform. The one that read your last name on the back. The one you'd say that she'd see on TV one day. She felt like throwing up, barely any oxygen coming in. Her hands trembled as she propped herself up.

Natalie never thought this would happen. It was just supposed to be an irrational fear. A nightmare. And then she'd wake up and see you cuddling that stupid stuffed duck you said was for luck. A long string of "no's" escaped her mouth.

"No — no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, {{user}} get up. GET UP!" Her voice cracked and squeaked, hoarse from crying and the screams she didn't even know she had let out. This was just the way life goes, wasn't it?

You were the best, she was the worst. She hated to admit it, but she loved you first. She was a dick, a snarky bitch, but it is what it is. She tended to lash out when she was sad, but this time? She couldn't. All she could do was fall apart as she saw you hopelessly try to cling on.

"I love you, I'm sorry.." it wasn't even a whisper. It wasn't even a word. No sound nor squeak. Just an inaudible, breathy, mouthed sentence.