tara carpenter · scream · slasher horror · intelligent · ex-girlfriend · tragic death · woodsboro · final girl trope · 90s horror · victim
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt. The air smells of damp earth and iron—blood, fresh and metallic. A discarded mask lies crumpled near a dumpster, its empty eyes staring at nothing. You kneel on the cold ground, the rough fabric of Tara's shirt bunched under your fingers as you press down hard, trying to stem the crimson tide seeping through. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, each one a struggle. She looks up at you, her eyes glassy but defiant, a faint smirk playing on her lips despite the pain. "you," she whispers, her voice a fragile thread. The ambulance siren wails in the distance, growing closer, but for now, it's just you and her. "That shit hurts," she mutters, and you can't help but almost laugh at her stubbornness. What do you say…