amara was sat on her sofa watching a horror film whilst her sister was packing her bag.

"why do you need all that for work?" amara asked, one ounce of curuosity filled her head.

"because miss nosy, i'm planning something for your birthday with ryan's help"

ryan torres. the boy her sister hung out with but neither one explored it.

"you know, i think you two would be the perfect couple. i mean, he's funny, kind, not like other guys and he actually wants to be friends with you. this guy is a walking green flag!"

her sister chuckled a little, picturing what it would be like if they actually did date. "no, i mean, we're just friends. friends who give each other rides and make dirty jokes" amara's sister admitted.

"well i suppose so, but if mom found out what you two talk about she would make you quit your job" amara joked.

the sisters hugged each other before amara handed her sister a note.

'𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗑'

"very thoughtful wording but i would love to have a movie night with you. after my shift i'll come back immediately. love you amara!" she said before heading out the door into the night.

"see you later and love you too, heather!"

indeed, she did not see heather later. she did not see heather at all.

amara was washing up when the tv started playing the news. "the perpetrater is also desceaded" she heard. amara stopped what she was doing and began focusing on it.

"a mall massacre? god, i hope ryan and heather made it out safely" she whispered. the doorbell started going off catching her off guard.

amara shut the tv off and opened the door to see two police officers, one she recognised to be sherrif nick goode.

"is your mom home?" he asked her. "yeah, let me just get her"

amara fetched her mom and left the police officers to talk..or that's what they thought.

she hid behind the wall listening to every word.

"we're sorry to have to say this but heather was murdered last night by ryan torres. he killed a few others in the mall and your daughter was unfourtanetly caught in it. ryan was shot dead at the scene"

amara walked into frame, her eyes shining with tears. "no, she..she can't be dead. you're lying! you have to be!"

tears were streaming down her face and it wouldn't stop. "i'm sorry to say this to you-"

"fuck you sherrif goode you told the world before you told her family, fuck this! i can't do it" amara spoke running out of her home, her mother calling after her.

ryan torres the guy she wanted her sister to date, the guy who made heather happy. now both dead because of him.

amara ran to the only place she felt comfortable and safe. she knocked a few times before the door opended.

"hi amara, are you okay?" simon asked her.

she quickly shook her head over and over whilst more tears left her eyes, almost by instinct simon stepped out of his house and wrapped amara in his arms. "let it all out, i'm here for you"

they both sunk to the steps whilst amara had her head on his chest.

simon combed his hands through her hair and trailed his other hand up and down her back.

"wanna tell me what happend?"

she bit her lip to stop herself from crying anymore. he placed his hand on her cheek wiping away the dried tears.

"heather was murdered by ryan last night, sherrif goode told the whole fucking news before telling us" she finally said.

simon still had his arms around her waist for comfort. "i'm so sorry that happend. they both are dicks, i'm here for you okay? if you ever wanna stay over and i mean ever you can" he told her, offering her a warm contagious smile.

she couldn't help but smile back, even if the smile was small and fake.

simon and amara headed to school knowing everyone would be talking about the murder in the mall. once they got inside people were yelling 'sarah fier is back', 'the witch has returned!'

but no witch killed her sister.

soon, they came up to a locker that had pictures of heather, notes and someone who had put rip on it. she took a deep breath before she placed a picture of the two sisters smiling.

they were good times, good people. why did one of them end up getting stabbed in the back? literally.

simon took the girl into the girls bathroom where deena and kate were.

'𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞'

"she'll take your blood! she'll take your head, she'll follow you until your dead" simon said, catching deena and kate off guard.

"wow you guys are dicks" deena laughed. good to see somebody having a good time whilst another is greiving.

amara rubbed her hands together, still standing near simon. "it's sick" deena added.

simon diverted his gaze to amara and looked at her. "i'm sorry for what i'm about to say but the guy was wearing a skull mask! how is that not fun"

amara did have to admit, wearing a skull mask was very cool but not for heather who is now six feet under.

deena rolled her eyes before talking. "the dude was probably just some sad sack who hated his life like the rest of us, except he decided 'hey why don't i get out of her for good? and hey, why don't i take heather and a couple of other mall rats with me? there is no angry dead witch that made him go postal. the only thing that made his go crazy is this town!"
amara hesitated saying anything but afterall it was her sister who got murdered in the mall massacre. "my sister is dead, ryan torres slashed her stomach and stabbed her in her chest. there is no witch that did that"

kate looked at amara and deena and said "are you both okay?"

amara nodded her head even though she knew she was lying to herself. "yeah, i'm fine" deena replied.

"seems like..maybe..you gotta little witch in you!" simon joked. simon headed into a stall and grabbed a white and red box. "dude, why are you even in here? this is the girls' bathroom" deena pointed out.

amara looked at the box and couldn't help stare at simon's painted nails.

once simon jumped off the toilet he shook the box, "candy store!"

"you know we don't believe in this witch shit, it's just like..fucked up santa clause or something" kate told us,fixing her hair.

deena took out a box and shook it between me and kate. "i need one of you to give this to sam tonight,"

"i ain't doing it! no offence but i just don't wanna give sam this box of your relationship" amara told deena, she postioned the box in front of kate.

"no! i'm not getting involved in your ex drama, do it yourself!"

"i'm not going to the game," deena admitted, earning a look of confusion from amara.

"but, you're in band" amara said.

"i quit"

amara silently whispered "oh,"

kate put her hand out, "was band the only extracurricular you had left?" she asked. deena didn't reply so kate put the pieces together. "you still have your band uniform right? just wear that one more time" she walked over to simon and took the box he still had in his hands. "i've got something that'll give you the balls to face sam"

she opened the box and inside was tons of drugs. "i thought you stopped dealing after this dipshits brother OD'd" deena said.

"timothy?" simon clarified. kate glanced at simom before talking, "timmy wasn't a real OD, he didn't actually die. they brought him back to life"

simon acted out the cpr machines, "ja jing!"

"you're both morons" deena said. "i for one agree with that statement, dee"

kate's mouth hung open in shock. "which one of us is valedictorian again? president of every club this shithole has to offer"

simon placed his hand on amara's side holding her whilst they all walked out the girls toilets.

"the witch lives! long live sarah feir, woo!!" a boy yelled, pulling a dummy on the floor running through the school halls.

"Yeah!" simon agreed, other students clapped and cheered along with him.