the question actually sets her back, and she gives a sigh, softening her hold on the blonde’s hands. she knows rachael’s morals are in the right place; it’s something she admires about the girl ( unable to be quite as moral HERSELF ), but she still isn’t going to pretend to mourn for a girl that made her life a living hell. ‘ look, you didn’t know nina like i did. all i’m saying is that i’m not surprised she’s dead. bitch escaped karma for a long time. ‘
“Yeah. You’re right.” Rachael didn’t know her. She had her fair share of bullies, though, and if she weren’t lacking the courage, the first thing she’d do would be to stand up to them. Or at the very least, ignore them. At it stood, she didn’t know how that was actually possible. Rachael freed a hand to scratch somewhat absently at her arm and rub the bridge of her nose. “I just–I keep thinking about what her family must be going through.” After Rachael’s own close encounter, her family was fairly shaken. She could only imagine what the Pattersons were doing.
‘ oh, no, don’t tell me you actually feel bad - ‘ audrey’s been spending more time with rachael ever since she got out of the hospital. everyone’s saying it’s a MIRACLE that she even survived, and that nina patterson wasn’t nearly as lucky. in audrey’s opinion, as morbid as it might seem, some people had karma coming to them for a long time - and rachael wasn’t one of those people. ‘ hey, rach, look at me, ‘ audrey can practically see the wheels turning in her head, and so she leans forward and grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. ‘ nina was a stone cold bitch that got what she deserved. ‘
Having never actually gone through an entire conversation with Nina, Rachael wasn’t so sure. What was so wrong with feeling bad? About someone being brutally murdered, nonetheless. “I don’t know,” she sighed, blowing away a stray lock of hair with a huff. Audrey’s hands on her were a welcome comfort. “I don’t think anyone really deserves to die like that. Do you?”
Was it too late to pretend this was an ill-advised prank? No, no, they had to be honest- even if it meant losing Rachael- and getting locked up. At least they had been honest. No one said relationships were going to be this hard. Placing a pistol in their back pocket, they walked towards the front door as they heard the knocks. They put their hand on the pistol as they opened the door with the other.
Scout studied Rachael’s face with furrowed brows. She looked pale, panicked and confused- in denial no doubt. Looking around a bit for any sign of cops they stepped back, allowing Rachael to enter wordlessly.
Allowing Rachael in front of them as she headed to the bedroom. As soon as she took a seat on the bed, Scout slid the pistol into an already half open drawer, hoping Rachael hadn’t noticed.
“For a minute, I thought you weren’t going to show.”
Despite the night’s strange turn of events, when Rachael saw Scout behind the door, she couldn’t help the sigh of relief. It was always like that, with her constant worrying. The text messages they’d exchanged only heightened that. Scout had been acting really strange, and a large part of Rachael wanted to believe there was a simply cause, like some skipped medication dosage. Unfortunately, a smaller but insistent part also argued that every word Scout told her was true and that she had no business coming here alone. “I said I would,” responded Rachael with a bit of a huff. Why was it that lately they never seemed to believe anything she said? She sat down on the bed and lifted a leg up to rest her chin on her knee.
Her movements were strangely robotic as she threw her things into a shoulder bag and left her home for Scout’s. It should’ve occurred to her what a horrible idea this was, but something inside her was convinced it wasn’t as bad as Scout made it out to be. It just couldn’t have been. Right? It just wasn’t possible. She knew them. She knocked on the door instead of letting herself in.
"I killed them. I killed them all. Every single of them. Ryan, his girlfriend, their friends- those unpopular kids, those teachers- even random people I saw down the street or met in a bar. The preps at the dance- I mean it. ALL of those victims. I slaughtered them. Brutally. I tortured them. BRUTALLY. I did it. It was me, and I loved it."
At first, Rachael thought they were joking. It was some weird prank or trick that she didn’t get yet. First her expression wavered before falling, and so did she. A loud ringing whined in her ears as she dropped to sit on her bed and Scout when on, listing their victims, people Rachael knew, people she she talked to. They were there one day and gone the next and she had no idea. None whatsoever. If Rachael had a single clue, she’d have never confided all those things in them.
