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No. This isn't real. Ghostface isn't looking for me. This is a dream. This can't be real. I peek around the corner and...nothing. I take this as my chance, sneaking around the corner and making as little noise as possible. I can make it out of here. I need to make it to the door.
A crackled, distorted voice echoes through the halls of the house, "Vivian, come out wherever you are." The teasing, singsong voice makes bile go up my throat. Amber won't even notice until it's too late- I turn away from the door at the creak of a door.
My breathing stops completely, chills creeping up my spine as I hear cloth padded footsteps across the house. I freeze, not knowing what to do as they draw near. I'm going to die. I'm going to die in Amber's house, and the Ghostface is going to use me as bait to get her too. This is it. I'm sorry so Amber.
A moment passes and then... the footsteps get farther and farther. I'm in the home stretch now, just a few more feet till the door. I slowly pad across the floor, avoiding the creaky floorboards. Holy shit. I'm going to live! A grin unknowingly spreads across my face and I grab onto the door handle-
Locked.
A chill passes over me as I hear the crackling voice behind me, "Not good enough, Vivian. Amber won't be too happy to find you dead, so I'll make this quick." The piercing feeling of cold steel contrasting against the warm blood gushing out of my stomach makes me cry out in pain. The masked figure retracts the knife and impales my stomach again.
I crumple to the floor as the cloaked person leaves my line of sight. Tears leave my eyes as I groan in pain, trying to apply pressure to the various wounds. Don't let me die here. I try to scream for help, but only a croak comes out. Helpless. Hopeless. Alone.
I feel my very own blood coating the hardwood floors, sticky and uncomfortably warm against my clammy skin. Keys jangle outside the door, echoing in my mind as my consciousness slips away. Amber. She's back. I try to scream again but it only comes out in a whisper.
The door opens, her grin quickly overtaken by shock and horror as she realises where I am. "Vi!" She screams, dropping her bag and dropping down to my side. "Amber.." I groan in pain as she applies a steady pressure to the wound, but I feel it is too late. Too much blood was lost. Amber's going to watch me die. As I come to this realisation, tears fall rapidly out of my eyes as I cling onto her hand for comfort.
"Who did this?! Don't go dark on me Vi, who did this!" She yells, clearly panicked. She fades in and out of view, my mind quickly failing to stay awake. "Ghostface did this, the fucker.." I choke out, coughing up blood. "You keep pressure on it, you hear me?! I'm gonna call an ambulance and you better keep your ass awake, Vi!" She shouts, running up the stairs to get my phone.
My mind breaks her orders, everything darkening around me before I lay before pure nothingness. The freezing feeling of the darkness is almost comforting, soothing. I have no choice but to accept this, right? I can't fight my destiny.
The moment I completely relax, a light appears behind my eyelids and... here I am. Summer of 2011. Where I had first met the love of my life. Everyone else, my parents and such aren't here though. It's just me and Amber on the edge of a silent public pool. She's speaking but no noise is coming out. I don't remember what we were talking about I suppose. A blinding light burns my retinas and when I open my eyes again... I'm at my childhood home. Still with Amber. But this time, I speak "I'm so sorry, my parents want me to move to Washington, but we can still keep in touch!" She remains silent, almost knowing that I would fall through on my promise. This time I brace myself for the light and close my eyes.
When I open them, I'm somewhere unfamiliar. On a picnic blanket in a city park, with Amber. She looks...older. Not too much older, but definitely older than she is when I last physically saw her. She's smiling at me and in that moment I knew. I knew that I couldn't give up on her. And this time I close my eyes and picture where I want to go. Back to my life. With her.
...and when I open them, I'm in a hospital room. The figure next to my bed is one I know all too well. Her. I move my hand to hold hers and she jolts upright, her expression revealing her shock and relief.
"Vi!" She yelps, leaning over and kissing me, and for a moment, the pain in my abdomen subsides. I lean back, adjusting my position a little. "Looks like the ambulance made it in time." I grin, but it falters when I see her face with tears forming. "Hey. I'm okay. We're both okay." My hand drifts to her face and she leans into my touch.
"They- they thought you weren't going to-" She whispers, tears now freely flowing down her face.
"I thought I wasn't either. Until my guardian angel came along." I take her hand in mine and squeeze lightly. She dryly laughs, still overwhelmed from me miraculously turning up alive apparently. "So...did you happen to leave the Slurpees at the house?" I joke, and she chuckles. "I actually got new ones once you were allowed visitors. Yours is uh, a little melted. I always believed you'd come back to me." She mutters. "And I always will." I respond.