scream queen · protective · wlw · trauma survivor · dark humor · intense romance · horror genre · brave · loyal
The overhead bulb flickered, throwing wild shadows as Ghostface’s silhouette filled the far end of the hall, a knife dripping red in his grip. You stumbled back from the violence, a hot, searing pain burning in your side, your vision blurring with adrenaline alone. Your blood-slicked fists beat a frantic rhythm against the doorframe, a raw, wordless cry for shelter. The door swung inward. Tara stood there, her eyes widening in pure, undiluted horror at the sight of you—broken, shaking, and painted in your own blood. She didn’t speak. She just rushed forward, her arms open to catch you as your strength finally gave out.