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It would be cool to see an au scene where it was Tara rather than Anika crossing the ladder…..

this was SO mean. but here we go.

“Lovely”

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“Go, go, GO!”

Sam shoved Tara forward, catching her by the shirt as she stumbled. Mindy was hot on their heels, dodging slashes from the latest asshole in a mask.

The trio slammed themselves into the bedroom, pushing the wardrobe in front of the door. Sam immediately went to the window, trying to flag down the boy next door, while Mindy panicked openly.

Standing behind Sam, Tara tried to stabilize herself. She had never felt anxiety like this before. It was as if everything was on fire, and the flames were licking every square inch of flesh on her body. Her breathing was picking up, and she knew that she didn’t have an extra inhaler on hand. It’s not like she would have time to use it anyways.

Ghostface was in her apartment, and now she, Mindy, and Sam were trapped in a bedroom with nowhere to go. Mindy was also starting to lose it, trying to shove more things in front of the shaking door.

“I- What do we do? What do we do?” Mindy stuttered, trying to move the bed.

Tara just shook her head, holding onto the gaping wound in her stomach. Of course, she had to be stabbed again. Internally she was cursing herself for not being prepared. And of course, Ghostface was someone close to them. How could she be so stupid? Groaning, she looked down at the wound, feeling faint at the sight of gushing blood. Stumbling behind Sam, Tara could feel her body giving out by the minute.

They needed a way out and fast.

And that’s when Tara saw him. That stupid boy that Sam was fascinated with. Whether or not he was a good guy didn’t matter right now. For all she cared, right now, he was their savior. Their savior in the apartment across from their own.

Sam threw open the window and started yelling at him. Tara was feeling too woozy to catch what was being said. Something along the lines of Don’t worry, I got you, to, Are you fucking kidding me?

Her big sister would handle this. Tara just needed to stay upright. Between Mindy holding the door closed and Sam fiddling with what sounded like a metal ladder, Tara was too overwhelmed to help.

She stumbled back, landing on the bed. Her stomach was hurting. Was she crying, or was that sweat? Someone was yelling at her. Sam?

“You two go first. Mindy!” shouted her sister, trying to grab Tara's sleeve. She missed, as Tara was too far away.

That was the last time Sam would be close enough to touch her again.

Mindy shook her head frantically. “No! Somebody has to hold the door. You first and Tara next. Go!”

To Tara's surprise, Sam gave in and started climbing out the window. She tried to muster up the words, anything, to tell her sister.

Don’t go. Why are you leaving? Please take me with you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry I was so mean to you. I didn’t mean to. It hurts Sam. It hurts. Please help me. I love you. Don’t go. Please stay.

But every time she tried to speak, the words died out on her tongue. It didn’t matter. Her sister was disappearing from view. Was she climbing? Is that a ladder? Where was she going?

It didn’t matter. She was tired. There was so much blood. Maybe she should lie down.

“Mindy! Tara! Come on! COME ON!” screamed Sam, breaking Tara out of her trance.

Mindy shoved the wardrobe before the door and ran over to Tara, propping her up.

“No, Mindy, no. It hurts,” she mumbled, letting the girl drag her to the window.

The girl parked her before the window, gently pushing Tara towards the ladder. Tara tried to steady her hands and grasp the ladder, but she missed and nearly keeled forward. Mindy pulled her back, and Tara started to push away from her.

“No, Mindy, I can’t. You have to go, you have to,” she slurred, trying to get Mindy to let go of her shoulders.

Her friend shook her head violently, her voice thick with tears. “No, Tara, you have to. You have to go!”.

Behind them, Ghostface had broken open the door, his mask peeking out. Coupled with her sister's screams, Tara knew what she had to do.

Mindy had to go first. She was steadier. Tara wasn’t ready yet. She could go last.

Tara reached out and grabbed Mindy’s forearms, holding on tight to her best friend.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to be precise. “Mindy. You go first. I’ll be right behind you, I promise,” she softly said, focusing her eyes on Mindy’s terrified ones.

The girl shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Mindy leaned in and kissed Tara on the forehead, and made her way out the window.

Tara held onto the ladder, coughing. Flecks of blood splattered across the ladder, and she could feel herself slipping. She tried to force herself to hold on, hold onto the ladder so Mindy could make it.

It was almost her turn. It was almost her turn.

She could hear her sister, her Sam, soothing Mindy, begging her to keep going. Tara tried to look up, make eye contact with her sister, but everything was blurry. She couldn’t see. It was all fuzzy.

“Sammy,” she whimpered.

Ghostface kept pushing against the door, objects clattering all over the room. She gasped at the pain on her side and prayed that this would work.

It had to work. It had to. It was almost her turn.

Finally, Mindy crossed, and Tara could go.

It was her turn. It was her turn.

“Come on Tara, come on baby, you can do it!” cried Sam, holding out a hand for Tara.

She grasped the ladder, preparing to cross. It was too much. She couldn’t see straight. There’s so much blood. Why was she bleeding so much? She needed Sam. She needed help.

“I can’t. I can’t do it,” she slurred, grasping onto the slick ladder.

“Yes, you can! Yes, you fucking can!” Sam screamed, hands still outstretched.

Tara whimpered but started to crawl. She had to move. He was behind her. Sam was in front of her. It was her turn. She had to move.

She inched forward, moving as quickly as she could. Mindy and Sam screamed encouragement, and Tara could tell that Sam had her crying voice on. She kept inching forward, crying as she went.

Suddenly everyone went quiet, and Tara saw the moment that Sam knew. Her big sister’s eyes widened, and Mindy gasped a bone-chilling, world-ending gasp.

“What?” she softly said, afraid of the fear in her family’s eyes.

Sam just opened and closed her mouth, shaking her head rapidly. Mindy was the only one who could find her voice.

“Tara, you have to move now. YOU HAVE TO MOVE NOW!” her friend yelled, her eyes filled with a fear that Tara wishes she could unsee.

Tara followed her sister’s eyes, looking behind her. And there she knew that this was the end.

He had the ladder, and he was shaking it.

And suddenly, Tara was eight years old again.

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“Tara, come on, honey. You can do it, and you’re almost there!”

Sticking her tongue out with determination, Tara reached for the next monkey bar. Big kids can climb the monkey bars. Sam always told her that she was a big girl. She could do this.

She was on the third bar, Sam on the other side. Her big sister was waiting with her arms open, a big smile on her face.

Tara wanted to be a big girl like Sam. She could do this.

So she climbed, bar by bar. All fourteen rungs, stopping at the twelfth to catch her breath. Looking down, she could see her feet dangling over the woodchips.

She whimpered. She was so high up. This was scary. Maybe she couldn’t do this.

“Baby, look at me. Look at me. You can do this, honey. I’m right here. Come to me!” Sam cheered, hands still outstretched.

Tara took a deep breath and kept pushing.

Fourteen rungs later, she tumbled into Sam’s arms, giggling as her big sister caught her.

“Oh my god! That’s my big girl! I’m so proud of you, baby!”

Tara snuggled into Sam’s embrace, giggling at the kisses her big sister planted all over her face.

“I did it, Sammy! I’m a big girl!” she crowed.

Her sister kissed her hair, squeezing her tight.

“You did it, baby. You did it,”.

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“I can’t do this. I can’t do this,” she wailed, the ladder shaking.

Ghostface was shaking, no, throwing the ladder around, bouncing her up and down. Blood was splattering everywhere, and she was losing her grip. Everything was slick with fluids, and she was losing consciousness by the second.

“Tara, give me your hand. Baby, look at me, come to me!” her sister frantically cried, hands outstretched.

Tara looked up, making eye contact with her sister. Through all the movement, chaos, and pain, she found serenity in those brown eyes.

“I don’t wanna die, Sammy,” she whispered.

Her sister shook her head back and forth, hand outstretched.

“You’re not dying, baby. You’re not. Please give me your hand. Tara, give me your hand!”

Tara groaned, reaching one hand out to her sister. Her fingertips grazed Sam’s, and Tara sighed in relief. Her big sister’s hands were always warm and strong. She was going to be okay. Sam was going to save her.

But that’s when the ladder flipped, and Tara went airborne.

She had so much she still needed to say. She had so much she needed to do. So many broken promises, so many unfulfilled dreams.

As Tara fell to the ground, she hoped Sam knew she had tried. She almost got across. She tried so fucking hard.

The last thought in her mind before she hit the cold concrete was simple.

I love you, Sam.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #angst… i don’t have words for this #it just spiraled i’m sorry #i love you all!!!!!#anon this is for u #AU: go with grace

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