Staying up all night after being chased by a serial killer who always comes back in the same costume, but never the same body, was sure to be a good college essay if anyone truly needed it. Tara certainly didn't need it, it fucking sucks to be targeted again after everything's just died down.

She's moved on, she wants everything to move on from that horrific turn of events that led to her friends being killed— and her, killing her own best friend (prior to finding out that the girl was one of the people who started stabbing people.)

Amber was yet another memory that she wants to bury beneath the bones they left back at home.

It was a long year of rolling back onto her own trauma, even with seeking out help from therapists, especially Sam— no one can truly understand what happened to them back at Woodsboro.

She didn't mean for you to be dragged into their mess, you were her friend from multiple classes— an outsider from their affairs with the masked killer, yet you stayed. You told her that you'd stick by them up until they catch whoever was stirring the dangerous game of hide and seek with a knife this time.

It was enough danger that you were there with them during the first attack, witnessing Anika's death was the first stain of blood upon your hands.

Sticking together for now was their plan, to avoid being vunerable without aid in sight, and you opted to follow through it, always being with Tara and never letting her out of your sight. She thought it was a little stupid, to bravely want to meddle with shit that can get you killed, but truly, you cared for her.

Otherwise, the two of you wouldn't be huddled up on the same seat, with her head resting on your shoulder and the rest of her body nearly draping over yours. Her pink jacket was there for comfort, the chill was a little too much.

She's tired of living like her life is always on the line.

A sigh befalls from her lips, she closes her eyes, feeling your heartbeat. "You really wanted to be here, huh?"