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marquisbean6 · 7 months ago

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And yet, you deserve better.

The voice rung a familiar tune in Carries head, one in which she hoped she would long forget about. She dreaded having to turn around. But she did.

And there was Sue looking completely distraught, holding the hand of her Little Carrie.

Carrie hadn't even gotten over the shock and awe from earlier and now Rita had to deal with the imagery as well. Sue only looks and waves at Rita, trying her best to stay positive but even as Desjardin waves back, nothing could cheer them up as of right now. Knowing how serious this was prone to be, Desjardin just backs away, keeping her distance as Carrie picks herself up off the grass and the two oddly approach one another.

Neither one of them looked happy in the slightest.

Exchanging glances between each other felt like an eternity as both of them looked exhausted, famished, worn out and incredibly tired as they continue to stare each other down.

Sue: C-Carrie?

In an odd turn of events, Carrie notices ONE tear, one single teardrop from Sues right eye trickle down her cheeks as she lets go of her child's hand, looking more distraught than she was seconds ago. Not a single word was ushered between the two and while Carrie couldn't allow her face to do the talking for her, Sue was a different story.

Finally, the tension breaks as Sue tackles Carrie in a tight hug, much to both Rita's and Carrie surprise. Only the young Carrie was amused by this sight, seeing how her mother and the women who helped find her earlier were supposedly friends.

Sue: I—I missed you.

Feeling a teardrop drop into her jacket, everything about this felt very very genuine. But this similar situation had already occurred when Sue confronted Carrie years ago moments before she supposedly died; the very moment she spared her life. As embracing as it might've felt, Carries' gut told a different story.

So despite what her heart was saying, she slightly pushes away from the hug.

Carrie: I don't think I can say the same.

Sue was broken by this but she was not in the least bit surprised she'd say that, knowing Carrie still wouldn't forgive her for the past. She was extremely lucky Carrie wasn't motivated to lunge forward and choke her out like before, especially not in front of the kid. Despite her pleasing of Sue's devotion to her child as she hoped she would, some things are impossible to simply be forgotten about because regardless of what the end result was, Sue was just as responsible for the harassment and the video and everything else in between.

At least she understood that as she held back her tears. Finally, Carrie had the courage to speak to Sue again after four years.

Carrie: What'd you doing here, Sue? Did you fallow me here?

Sue: No. Absolutely not.....I moved here just as you two have. But I—I had no idea you were still alive.

She pauses slightly. "I didn't even know you were living with her", Sue admitted, pointing to Rita.

Desjardin: I thought that was you at Starbucks last month. Guess it all happened too fast.

Sue: I was in a hurry to get my daughter to daycare.

This prompted Carrie to take another look back at Little Carrie as she examined her. More butterflies churn through her stomach as two and two finally come together. She finally recognized her for when she felt her inside Sue the very night she supposedly died. At a closer distance away, she even saw Tommy's eyes in her and it only made her feel more joyful for what once was....despite still not being comfortable around Sue.

Sue: Carrie, what happened? I saw the house tumble down on you after you.....forced me out. How did you get out in time?

Carrie bolted her head back to her

Carrie: I didn't.

That rose a giant red flag for Sue AND Desjardin as both eyebrows raise all the way up. Despite learning about her powers too little too late, Sue was almost positive at this point that Carrie would've found SOME way to get out of the wreckage in one piece because if not, why else would she be in front of her now? Rita didn't even know half of it because Carrie had not told her that she actually resorted to rising from her grave like an episode of The Walking Dead. Carrie stood back realizing she said too much.

Carrie: I mean I did---I.....I hid in my Mom's closet while---I---

Lying was far from her strong suit either but as Carrie tried to come up with a fictitious factional statement, there was no use even trying anymore.

Carrie: Look I don't want to talk about it, ok? Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Hearing that made Sue realize more she wasn't going to forgive her so easily which again was understandable.

Sue: Carrie....I'm sorry. I really sorry. I thought having Tommy take you to prom would make up for everything but I was wr---

Carrie: Wait!

Abruptly cutting her off, Carrie had to collect herself and process all she just heard. Until now, Carrie, for all this time, thought Tommy just came up and asked her to prom himself. She knew he still loved Sue no matter the outcome there but she never read ANYTHING past that. By this point, the revelation felt too real.

Carrie: You.....asked him to take me?

Sue: Well yes I.....

A slight gasp leaves Carrie. Nodding furiously and pacing over herself back and forth over the realization that she was only pitied yet again, something started to click to her. Knowing that Sue was Tommy's girlfriend, the mother of his child, You know who's best friend and all the years she had to suffer cause of her, if it was her who asked Tommy to take her to prom just to fall into that terrible prank.....it made Carrie glare at Sue with a hostile stare with this demented look in her eyes.

Carrie: So it was YOU.

This left Sue hopelessly confused as to what she was talking about and Carrie didn't make it any easier for her.

Carrie: Now it all makes sense.

Sue: Carrie I---I don't understand.....

Now she was just feeling insulted by who she thought was Sue playing dumb? Carrie could barely hold back the growl in her voice now.

Carrie: No? Then let me fill you in: You had Tommy take me to Prom JUST to lure me into position for HER and her psychotic boyfriend to dump all that blood on me! YOU ALL SET ME UP! And like an IDIOT, I fell for it! All cause I believed Tommy actually cared for me by his own choice!

Sue: No....no Carrie. I swear to God, you got it all wrong. It wasn't my fault....Ok, some of it was my fault but....I didn't asked Tommy to take you to set you up. I only wanted you to have something special for once in your life instead of all the grief we kept giving you. I had no idea Chris was.....

Carrie: DON'T!

Carrie screeched at the top of her lungs, startling Sue and cracking the ground from beneath them as the effect ripples into the lake bed. Her powers don't extend beyond where she stood but she was worried of almost suffering an anxiety attack from too much stress. She didn't need any mentioning of the woman who ruined her life over and over.....and OVER

Carrie: Don't.....say her name....I've heard enough. I should've kill you along time ago.

Neither Sue or Desjardin attempted to stop her from storming to the van. The sight was just as depressing from a distance then it was up close; seeing her sad, depressed, alone, the way she used to be.....it wasn't just fair.

Sue: Carrie--

Carrie: Just leave me alone. I hate you.

Finally getting to the van and slamming the passenger side door, the window shatters. Sue couldn't help but to look down at Little Carrie first to sustain her daughters control before looking at Desjardin, feeling helpless. Neither of them didn't have any ideas on what to say or to to from here as they both look back at Carrie in the van, looking flustered and on the verge of pulling her hair out.

Sue: Ms. Desjardin.....I swear I didn't set her up.

Desjardin: Whether you did or not, Carrie is still in need of time. She's made heavy progress since she came down here but.....I think the weight caught up with her.

Sue: Any chance you can talk to her? She seems to listen to you.

Desjardin: I can't overwhelm her with what she wants or doesn't want to do. But....now that I think about it, if you want.....you can send her something for her birthday by the end of the week.

Sue: Her birthday's later this week?

She only nods at Sue silently as just frowns in confusion but also pondering with anticipation. The very sight from where Carrie was sitting on the passengers seat couldn't leave her alone; once more an image from her past had come back to haunt her but not until Carrie threatened Sue out the car widow:

Carrie: If I see you again, you're gonna wish we never seen each other alive.

#carriebloodofredemption

#carrie white #sue snell #carrie (2013)#carrie white x sue snell #carrie x sue #sue snell x carrie white #sue x carrie #carrie white is a lesbian #carrie white/sue snell #carrie franchise

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fawn-grove · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Carrie - Stephen King Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Susan Snell & Carrie White, Tommy Ross & Carrie White Characters: Carrie White, Susan Snell, Tommy Ross, Rita Desjardin, Chris Hargensen, William "Billy" Nolan Additional Tags: Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Screenplay/Script Format, Blood Summary: Tommy Ross is taking Carrie White to prom! It's a dream come true for Carrie, but Sue Snell suspects her ex-friend Chris Hargensen is up to something. If she could just make Miss Desjardin listen to her, maybe she can stop something terrible from happening...

#carrie #carrie 1976 #carrie white #tommy ross #susan snell #sue snell #chris hargensen #rita desjardin #fix it au #canon divergence #good end au #blood tw #mywork

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c-nan · 3 years ago

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“You’ll get canned for this, you bitch!”

Carrie (1976)

#Carrie 1976 #Carrie #my gif #chris hargensen #Ms. desjardin #Rita Desjardin #Norma Watson #mine #that feels weird to say #what better way to start my giffing career than Chris getting slapped?#forgot she was ms. collins in here lmao #ms. collins #rita collins #is her name still Rita here?#Nancy Allen #Betty Buckley

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alicesbread · 20 days ago

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Got so bored (and depressed) in class I ended up drawing book lore accurate Miss Desjardin and Carrie in the shower scene. Might switch it to digital and color it idk, I love them so much :((

#my shaylaaaa #carrie stephen king #carrie 1976 #carrie #carrie white #rita Desjardin #rita desjardin #miss desjardin

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strawberriesndaisies · 3 years ago

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The Life She Had | C. White

Summary | It seems that Carrie White can only find comfort in one person; her PE teacher. When Mama goes too far with one of her punishments, will Ms. Desjardin help Carrie?

Pairings | Rita Desjardin & Carrie White (Platonic)

Warnings | Abuse, injuries (scars)

Carrie White was a freshman in high school when she learned it wasn't normal for parents to hit their kids.

She'll never forget the shocked look her PE teacher had on her face after Carrie told her that the scar on her leg was the result of Mama and a knife. Never forget how Ms. Desjardin had taken her to the nurse and then the office, making her retell the story.

She'll never forget how Mama dragged her through the kitchen floor and up the stairs after getting a concerned phone call from principal Morton.

She never talked about the bruises on her body again after that.

Rita Desjardin wasn't blind. She saw Carrie flinched to simple gestures and touches, how she constantly turned to look behind her when she walked down the hallway, how she reacted to unusual sounds and noises. She'd seen the fear in Carrie's eyes at the mention of the word "family."

She knew the girl lived with the constant feeling of fear that someone was going to hurt her.

And so Rita tried very hard not to make things worse.

She invited Carrie into her office for lunch twice a week, did her best to make the girl feel safe and comfortable, gave her all her attention if she asked for it. She did her absolute best to keep Carrie safe, because that was what mattered.

It took a little over a year for Carrie to fully open up about her mother. Of course, there had been some mentions here and there, but she never talked about her mother again beside that.

Until one snowy day in January of sophomore year.

Mama had locked her out of the house again, this time because Carrie had tripped down the last stair and dropped her bible copy. Carrie sat shivering on the porch in the dark, the tears freezing on her face as the wind whipped around her. Her hands were covered in bruises and cuts and scratches, a few spots of blood peeking out on the tops. She looked like some kind of wild animal, curled up with her arms wrapped around herself and staring out into the streets.

She couldn't stay here. She'd freeze to death before Mama came to get her again.

But where could she go? No one in town would want to deal with the daughter of the Chamberlain Maine Religion Freak. There was no safe spce for her to run away to.

Unless.. No. It was a ridiculous idea. But then again... Ms. Desjardin had said that her office was always open to Carrie if she needed somewhere safe to get away from anything.

Carrie stood up shakily. She could barely see three meters ahead of her, the snow covering everything in sight.

Her legs trembled underneath her, but she managed to slowly walk forwards.

By the time she got to the school, the clock in the hallway read "02:43" in neon green numbers. How long had it taken her to walk here?

She walked slowly to the office next to the gym, trying not to fall flat on her face as she stumbled.

She nudged the door to the empty room open gently, stepping inside with trembling fingers.

She collapsed onto the couch directly next to the wall, leaning back against the cushions and drawing her knees close to her chest. She closed her eyes against the throbbing pain in her hands, arms and head.

The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes into hours as she sat on that couch, the tears slipping through her eyes until she finally let sleep overtake her.

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She woke up to a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking the sleep off of her.

Her eyes shot open as the previous nights events rushed back into her mind. She scrambled to sit up, her breath catching in her throat and a strangled whimper tumbling out of her lips.

Another hand gingerly rested on top of hers. "Hey Carrie, just relax okay? It's me; Ms. Desjardin." The woman spoke softly.

The reassuring words did little to stop Carrie's trembling form, and she squeezed onto Ms. Desjardin's hand tightly.

"Oh Carrie," she whispered quietly, running her hand over the girl's hair as she scanned the cuts and bruises on her body. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

A sob ripped through Carrie's throat before she could suppress it. Her shoulders shook violently as the memories flooded back to her. "Mama…" she croaked, letting more tears slip past her defenses.

Ms. Desjardin pulled Carrie against her side, holding her close as a wave of guilt crashed over her. "Shhh, it's okay sweetie. You're okay now. You're safe. I'm right here." She stroked the girl's blonde hair as she cried, whispering soothing words of comfort.

She felt Carrie's arms wrap tightly around her waist, clinging to her for dear life. "I.. I don't wanna go back to her. I love Mama, but..."

A sob wracked her frame. "Mama can be really mean sometimes."

'I know honey, I know." The older woman murmured into the top of her head, tightening her grip slightly. "I'm sorry, I should have done something sooner. I promise your mom won't touch you ever again, okay? I've got you."

It didn't take much longer for Carrie to calm down completely, the occasional tear tracking down her cheek only served to increase the pressure on Ms. Desjardin's heart. She hated seeing any kid like this, especially Carrie.

Slowly, she loosened her hold, allowing the girls arms to relax.

She lets her eyes scan over Carrie's injuries once again. A scar on her forehead, bruises on her forearms, the little cuts on her hands and fingers. She sighs quietly as she brushes the tears from Carrie's cheeks, the girl leaning into the comforting action. "We need to bandage these wounds and clean them properly, otherwise they'll become infected."

Carrie nods as she watches the coach take a medical kit off the wall and setting it on the desk, taking out a roll of gauze and some disenfectant.

"I don't think you'll need stitches," she mumbles as she starts dabbing the cuts on Carrie's left hand with cotton balls soaked in disinfectant.

Carrie hisses lightly, tensing as the cool liquid is applied. "They sting," she grunts.

"I know honey," she responds, rubbing the antibiotic over the cut on Carrie's palm. "Just a bit longer."

She works quickly to finish cleaning the rest of Carrie's hands before wrapping the small bandages around the cuts on her hands. She lets her hands rest on Carrie's when she's done, rubbing small circles on her fingers and her palms.

Carrie looks up at her with teary eyes, clearly wanting to ask her to keep doing what she is, to please, for the love of god, just hold her and make her feel like someone actually cares.

But she doesn't say it.

Instead, she just buries her head in her neck and lets herself sink deeper into the comforting warmth that the other woman offers. "Thank you Ms. Desjardin." Her voice comes out muffled by fabric.

Ms. Desjardin just smiles gently at her before kissing the top of her head. "You're welcome honey."

Tagging: (lmk if you wanna be + or -)

@pogueslut @darrenshayes @kate-bishopp @jackmcphees @sxrgents @wholesome-dragon-lady

#sybil's writing #.txt #sybil.txt #carrie #carrie 1976 #carrie white #carrie 2002 #carrie 2013 #margaret white #sue snell #tommy ross #carrie the musical #rita desjardin #rita collins #lynn gardner

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thatfreak03 · 3 years ago

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Carrie/Matilda crossover AU I came up with when I was in the shower

(Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

(I’m kind of combining the movie and book canon together.)

Miss Honey and her recently adopted daughter, Matilda, go to Chamberlain, Main, to move in with Miss Honey’s girlfriend, Rita Desjardin.

Miss Honey ends up meeting Carrie as well as finding out about her home life.

Honey was already trying to get Carrie out of there when Desjardin comes home telling her about one of her students, Carrie, who the other kids refuse to leave alone. This leads to Honey telling Desjardin about Carrie’s mom and Desjardin helping Honey in trying to get Carrie away from Margaret. They also talk about taking custody of Carrie if their able to.

They try not to bring Matilda into it because they feel like she has had to deal with enough already and she deserves to just have fun and be a kid. Matilda ends overhearing their conversation any way, and she decides to sneak out and see this Carrie White for herself. Matilda also brings a camera with her, so if Margaret really is abusive to her daughter she’ll have proof that will help get Carrie out of there.

As you can guess, Matilda dose get proof and gives it to her moms. While they appreciate the help, they still tell her to never leave the house alone without telling one of them again. “We know you’re very smart and strong, but people can still hurt you, and we don’t want that to happen.”

Long story short, Carrie is taken out of Margaret care, and Desjardin and Honey gained custody of her. Unfortunately, while Carrie now has a good home life, she still has to deal with horrible classmates.

That’s all I came up with right now. What do you think?

#horror #matilda #carrie #carrie white #matilda wormwood #jennifer honey #rita desjardin #margaret white #stephen king #roald dahl #crossover #au #crossover au #jennifer honey/rita desjardin #rita desjardin/jennifer honey #jennifer honey x rita desjardin #rita desjardin x jennifer honey #carrie au #matilda au

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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I Ain’t A Judas (part two)

[Off-West End]

TW: Blood

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Lynn had seen her fair share of gruesome injuries in her time, both as an active sports player and gym coach.

When she was on her high school’s wrestling team, she vividly remembered throwing her (male, mind you) opponent to the ground and hearing the distinct sound of bones cracking. There was something haunting about being on top of a person while their skeleton seemed to fold inward, having her ear so close to that sickening snap. The resulting nightmare-inducing scream was actually a mercy to the other noise.

She had scrambled off of the boy, backing away on her hands and knees like she was a scared animal. Her opponent must have landed wrong when she pinned him because his knee was bent at an unnatural angle and he was screaming bloody murder. Someone in the audience threw up. Someone else fainted. The boy’s parents rushed over to him and began yelling.

The parents had tried to sue Lynn for the broken leg, but the school defended her, saying it wasn’t her fault and injuries were to be expected in sports. She obtained a title of sorts, being one of the most feared wrestlers in the district. She took it with honor, despite its double-edged outcomes.

The experience desensitized her to all types of gore, but not without a price. For a while, she was sensitive to any sound that resembled snapping bones. Even a foot stepping on a twig was enough to bring back the memory of the boy and the broken leg. She got over it eventually, but at the time, it had been hell.

Injuries became repetitive after that. Broken arms, broken legs, broken noses- she saw it all when she became a coach. They always went the same way, too- that damned snapping sound, a limb bent at an angle that wasn’t normal, screaming that was so loud it could probably break the sound barrier, everyone in the general vicinity panicking like chickens with their heads cut off. Not that Lynn blamed them for such a reaction; she supposed it wasn’t ever the same after you were chest-to-chest with someone when the injury happened.

But in sports, broken bones were the worst thing that could be inflicted upon someone. Scratches, bruises, black eyes, bloody noses, even the broken bones themselves to some extent were nothing compared to other horrors. So as the repetition of injuries continued its cycle, Lynn believed nothing could get worse than that time back in high school.

And then she entered the darkened White bungalow and saw Carrie on the ground, surrounded by blood and covered in blood and frothing up blood, and that way of thinking was thrown out the window.

This. This was worse.

Lynn used to think that the screaming was the worst part of any injury, regardless of severity. That elongated, guttural sound of agony that the victim didn’t have the power to mute or muffle, bearing completely raw emotion, ripped out from the throat without control or consent.

But as Lynn had knelt above Carrie White’s body, she now knew that the screaming was a mercy. The silence was the real thing that she should have been fearing all these years.

The screaming, at least, as awful as it was, meant the victim was alive. Even with their mind clouded with agony, they were sentient enough to even feel that agony. They were there, they knew, they could feel.

Carrie White was not, did not, could not.

The silence did not bring serenity. The silence did not bring peace. The silence brought panic- overwhelming, blood-rushing panic that made Lynn feel like she was standing in the middle of a rushing white water river, battered by the current. It made everything fall away into little broken pieces that would never be able to form its proper puzzle ever again. It made her feel true, unadulterated, unbridled terror for the first time since she was sixteen and in a gymnasium that smelled of salt and sweat with another kid screaming his heart out right beneath her.

It made her feel helpless.

And then, as if a giant log had been hurled from the raging river of dread and hit her in the face, awareness came rushing back to her. She stopped the flow of tears that she had not been able to fight back in those initial moments of hysteria and got her head on straight.

Sue was there, holding Carrie’s body close to her chest. Margaret was there, too, face-down on the floor, unmoving, but Lynn could have hardly cared. Her focus was entirely on the young girl bleeding all over the place before her.

The cause of that bleeding didn’t feel real, either.

“Her throat. She slit her throat.”

Lynn remembered watching something on TV, one of those cookiecutter crime shows that had been copy and pasted dozens of times before, saying something about how a throat wound could bleed out within minutes, if not seconds. She cursed her school training for not teaching her how to deal with this, opting instead to make all the teachers relearn the heimlich maneuver and CPR for the hundredth time in a row.

When she took Carrie’s small, shaking body into her arms, she discovered something worse than the silence. The gurgling. That wet, foamy sound that gargled in the back of Carrie’s throat, so desperate for proper articulation and enunciation, choked back by a torrent of her own blood. It may have meant she was still alive and fighting, but Lynn much preferred the silence.

Unwrapping Sue’s shirt from around Carrie’s neck and actually gazing upon the wound felt like a physical knife against Lynn’s throat. She had never been one of those people who could feel pain from watching others get hurt, and yet, in that moment of raw horror, she swore she could feel her own flesh being sliced open, muscles and tendons snapping away like weak thread, vessels punctured and windpipe split, slowly filling her lungs with her own blood, drowning her, restricting breathing--and then she realized she wasn’t breathing. Not while she looked at the gash. It used its severed arteries as a noose and strangled her, so she strangled it back.

Even with the hideous green and brown curtains wrapped around the wound like bulky bandages, Carrie’s neck was still so small. Lynn’s hands were so large. She felt like she was trying to asphyxiate a baby bird.

Lynn realized then that the experience in the gym was not the most horrific thing she had ever witnessed. At least she was a teenager when it happened. Being an adult and squeezing onto a child’s slashed open throat hurt in more ways than she could truly express. There was just something so fucking terrifying about being the one to pinch gushing blood vessels closed, to be the hands around a dying girl’s throat, to be the one and only defining factor to if that girl would survive the night. Even though she knew it had to be done, Lynn wanted to cut her hands off for the things they had done in those horrifying six minutes before the ambulance arrived.

Carrie’s eyes had looked so dull, so lifeless. It was a stark contrast to half an hour before she was bleeding out all over the place, when they were full of joy and life.

Lynn had never seen Carrie so happy before. She had never seen her dance, either, which made everything pre-blood dump even better. Carrie looked like a normal teenage girl, having fun at her school prom, being treated as she should have been all these years.

Lynn remembered, clear as day, those hours before the destruction.

Carrie had truly stuck out like a sore thumb in the Prom, but not in the way that any of her bullies had been expecting. The dress she wore, hand-sewn herself she had said, was soft pink and seemed to glitter in the overhead lights. Her red hair was brushed back to neatness, though that one iconic lock of bangs still dangled in front of her left eye. When they had spotted each other, Lynn was endeared to watch Carrie rip away from Tommy and run over to her in her heels.

“Miss Gardener, you look incredible!” Carrie had exclaimed.

“Thank you, Carrie,” Lynn said. “You look beautiful.” As shy and modest as always, Carrie ducked her head and said, “Oh, thank you.”

Tommy had then walked over to them. “Miss Gardener, I don’t think I would ever see you in a dress.”

Lynn gave him a sharp look. “Tommy.”

Tommy cleared his throat. “You guys want some punch? I heard Stokes and Freddy spiked it.”

“Oh no,” Carrie said in a woebegone voice. “Isn’t it dangerous to drink spikes? What if someone chokes?”

“Really?” Lynn said to Tommy at the same time.

Tommy had laughed, then noticed Lynn’s unamused, deadpan expression. He stopped instantly.

“Uh-- No.” He said. “I’m joking.” He rubbed his palms on his black pants. “I’m going to get us some of that punch! Which is not spiked!”

Lynn rolled his eyes as he skittered away, then turned her attention back to Carrie. She looked so amazed as she gazed around the Prom, like it was the nicest event she had ever been to.

She and Carrie had talked until Tommy came back, but it wasn’t the last she would see of the girl. She chatted with her several times during the night, even danced with her on a few occasions. It was nice to see her smile after everything.

But of course, it had been ruined. Would Carrie ever get to experience true bliss without someone taking it away from her?

The memory of the blood dump had brought Lynn back to the present, to the blood on her hands on that moment. Every time she would lift them long enough for Carrie to get air, more would gush out, and she slammed them back into place every time, desperate to halt the flow. She wouldn’t have taken them away at all if Carrie wouldn’t have suffocated from the pressure on her neck.

Lynn thought about Chris when she was effectively strangling Carrie. Her own will was keeping her from adding the proper weight to Carrie’s neck, so she made herself angry to compensate for the thing she really didn’t want to do.

How could anyone be so cruel? Especially to someone who didn’t deserve such treatment? Lynn imagined it was Chris beneath her hands, and that made her squeeze tighter.

She knew it had been Chris, and not just because of her gut feeling. Norma had told her.

During the panic of laughter and shock and confusion after the blood dump, Lynn had found Norma Watson, Chris’s second-in-command, in the crowd. For a moment, she didn’t know if it was even really her, as she wasn’t used to seeing her without her trademarked red backwards hat, but then recognized her snarky face and grappled onto her with her nails dug in. However, when Norma looked at her, her face was anything but snarky. It was horrified.

“What happened?” Lynn had demanded. “Who did this?”

“Chris,” Norma told her instantly. She looked back to the stage, to the blood dripping off the edge. “I-I didn’t know it was blood…”

“What?”

Norma shook her head, mouth hanging open.

“Norma!” Lynn dug her nails in further. She didn’t care if it got her fired, she had to know. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Norma looked back at her, wide-eyed and sickened. “I didn’t know it was real blood.” She said. “Chris-- she said it was red water. Just dyed with food coloring. I didn’t think she would--”

Lynn had released her, noticing that Carrie was now gone. She couldn’t stick around any longer.

Before she rushed away, she could have sworn she faintly heard Norma utter, “I’m sorry.”

When the paramedics finally came rushing in, Lynn did not let go of Carrie. She couldn’t risk it, not anymore. Not when they were so close to salvation. The paramedics let her stay by the girl’s side until they got to the actual hospital, but then not even she could remain. She had to peel her hands back, and they were completely covered in blood.

She and Sue sat in the waiting room for what felt like forever, when it was really only two and a half hours at best. They spoke to each other in brief, choppy instances. The stink of guilt wavering off of Sue was sickening--though, that may have just been the stench of the rancid pig blood and regular human blood mixed together into a miasma upon their skin.

When the nurse finally came out and walked up to them, Lynn had been expecting the worst. Surely such a lethal wound take longer to treat. But it didn’t, apparently, because the nurse said that Carrie was stable and Carrie was going to live and they would be able to see her if they liked.

They did.

Lynn and Sue both comforted Carrie when she woke up. Her voice was very hoarse and weak, and Lynn guessed that was both because of her throat wound and from her having to strangle her to keep her from bleeding out.

Carrie didn’t seem very happy to be alive, but then Lynn realized she didn’t have much to live for in the first place. Her mother was all she had, and now even she was gone (the doctors said it was a heart attack). Lynn was hoping to take the place of that empty maternal role and give Carrie the life she deserved. She just wanted to see her happy again.

It was one in the morning when Lynn finally left the hospital. Since she had rode in the ambulance, Sue’s mother dropped her off back at the White bungalow to get her car.

The place was already swarmed with yellow tape and crime scene investigators. A few neighbors were standing out on their porch, watching the scene. Red and blue lights lit up the dark street. A police officer walked up to Lynn while she was trying to get to her car and began asking her questions about what happened.

By the time she got home, Lynn was mentally and physically drained. The first thing she did when she pulled up in her driveway was step out of her car and throw up in the lawn. Carrie’s blood was still on her hands.

Lynn lost her complete sense of time when she took a shower. She stood beneath the spray of scalding hot water and blankly watched blood run down the drain. She dimly wondered if this was what Carrie saw That Day in the locker room.

She finally broke when she got out of the shower. Staring at her own reflection in the fogged up mirror, she crumpled. Everything she had been holding back hit her like brass knuckles and she sunk to the floor, sobbing.

The tears stopped, eventually. When Lynn dredged herself from the bathroom floor, she went downstairs, started a fire in her fireplace, and threw her blood-stained Prom dress into the flames.

She would not be getting sleep tonight.

Carrie was permitted to leave the hospital two days later. By then, it seemed like everyone in the whole country had heard of what happened. Apparently a few reporters had even tried to sneak into the hospital under the guise of being family members to do an interview with Carrie, but were wrangled out.

Carrie herself looked no better than the day she came in. Her hair was wiry and tangled, and her skin was very, very ashen. Her eyes were dead, sunken into two pits in her skull. When Lynn had stepped into the hospital room, her gaze did not brighten like Lynn had been hoping. She just stared at her with a blank expression.

Lynn was given strict instructions to keep an eye on Carrie’s neck, to come in if even a single stitch popped out. Carrie was prescribed tramadol, which she should take a few hours after arriving home. If Lynn’s house could even be considered her home.

The drive was silent. Lynn tried to fill the space, but Carrie never responded. Hell, she barely even looked at her. All she did was look out the window with the same dead fish look in her eyes.

Was this even still the little girl she had danced with at Prom?

“Here we are,” Lynn said as she parked. “There’s someone waiting for you inside. I’ve told them all about you.”

Carrie tensed. Lynn realized her mistake and quickly went on, “They’ll like you, I promise. It’s nothing bad.”

Carrie’s anxiety did not go away. Lynn quickly unbuckled both of their seatbelts (had Carrie ever even ridden in a car before?), then led Carrie inside. Instantly, Carrie flinched, probably expecting someone awful to be waiting there for her, but instead a grey pit bull bounded up to them, tail wagging so fast it became a blur. Carrie relaxed slightly.

“You have a dog.”

It was the first thing Carrie had said to her all day. Lynn smiled and nodded, scratching behind the dog’s ear.

“I never told you?”

Carrie shook her head.

“Well, her name is Rosebud. You can also call her Rosie. She responds to both.”

Carrie nodded. She reached down and tentatively pet Rosebud. Rosebud responded by eagerly licking her hand. Carrie pulled away with a tiny noise, but it wasn’t one of shock or fear, rather awe. Had Carrie ever touched a dog before?

“Come on. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

Lynn gave Carrie a tour of the house while Rosebud trailed after them. Carrie nodded to everything she said, not voicing her opinions about anything. Not that Lynn was expecting her to. She wasn’t like that. Even if it weren’t for her traumatic injury, she wouldn’t say anything.

By the time Lynn was done showing Carrie around, she realized it was only now turning to 12:00. They still had the whole day stretched out before them, and Lynn had no idea what to do.

It was weird, she thought. She had imagined raising Carrie herself several times before this, but she always pictured them doing regular family things like watching TV together or baking or going jogging. Now that the opportunity was finally in front of her, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Though, in her defense, in all of her fantasized ideas, she hadn’t pictured Carrie with a slashed open throat and severe trauma.

“Would you like to do anything?” Lynn asked. Might as well like Carrie choose.

But Carrie just shook her head, looking as clueless as she felt.

“Ah-- well…” Lynn was grasping at straws here. What did Carrie even like to do? “Here, I’ll turn the TV on for you. You can watch something.”

With a small bit of coaxing, she got Carrie to sit down on the couch. Rosebud jumped up next to her. Lynn turned on the TV and opened up the channel guide, then handed the remote to Carrie.

“Turn on whatever you want.”

Carrie looked down at the remote, then up at her, blinking.

Oh, please don’t tell me she doesn’t know how to--

“I-I, umm…”

Yep. That was enough of an answer. Carrie didn’t know how TVs worked.

“Oh, let me--” Lynn took the remote back and began explaining how it worked. “See these two arrows? If you press on them, you can go up in the channels. That’s what all of those little boxes on the screen are. And you can select with this circle in the middle.” She demonstrated, selecting one of the channels and turning on one of those house hunting shows where the white couple (and they’re ALWAYS white) never seem satisfied with any of the options they’re given even though they’re all beautiful houses. “So, is there anything specific you want to watch? Sports? Cartoons? Movies?”

“This is okay,” Carrie said softly.

“Alright,” Lynn set the remote down next to her. “You can change it anytime you want.”

Carrie nodded, then looked up at the TV. Lynn lingered beside her for a moment before walking into the kitchen.

Wow, okay. She did not expect motherhood to be this awkward. This was definitely going to be an adventure for her and Carrie both.

Time passed. The hours went by. Carrie didn’t say very much. There were some instances where Lynn completely forgot that Carrie was even there and found herself rushing back into the living room to make sure she was as she had left her (which she always was).

It was a very quiet day, indeed.

At around five o’clock in the evening, however, that quietness was broken.

There was a whimper.

It was so faint that Lynn thought she was just imagining things at first. She had looked up from the soup she was making (the doctor said that Carrie was going to have a liquid/soft food diet for awhile) and furrowed her eyebrows. She strained her ears, but the only sound she got in return was the voice of one of the Property Brothers (she couldn’t tell which was which) from the TV, so she turned her attention back to stirring the noodles in the pot in front of her, writing it off as nothing.

But then it sounded again, this time slightly louder.

Lynn’s spoon clattered against the countertop when she took it out of the pot. She looked out of the kitchen. Maybe it was just Rosebud? She whistled for her pet, then heard the scratching of claws beneath her. She looked down and saw that Rosebud was already there, begging for food in the way she always did when Lynn would cook. Lynn gave into her adorable puppy dog face and tossed her a piece of meat, which she scarfed down greedily.

Well, the whimper was probably just from Rosebud pleading for food in her usual doggy way. But then there was another whimper while she was looking down at the dog, and it had most certainly not come from Rosebud.

Lynn’s eyes widened.

Remember when it was said that Lynn sort of forgot that she had a child now living in her house? This was one of those times.

Lynn hurried out of the kitchen and into the living room, where she found Carrie curled up against one of the pillows, hand on her throat. Lynn was half-expecting there to be blood everywhere and was expecting Carrie to already be dead even more. If only she had been faster, paid more attention, actually known what the fuck she was doing and how to take care of a child--

Carrie whimpered again.

Lynn knelt down beside the couch and gently touched her arm. Carrie flinched away, eyes popping open wide. She looked at her as if she were expecting someone else, someone worse. There was terror written all over her face, and Lynn could tell she had an apology sitting on her tongue.

“I-I’m sorry--”

And there it was.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Lynn said to her, keeping her voice low and soft as to not freak the poor girl out even more. “You’re alright. You’re not in trouble. Are you okay?”

“M-my neck--” Carrie’s voice was strangled, caught in her throat like it was snagged by a fish hook. “I-it hurts--”

Lynn cursed herself for not knowing that. Of course that would be the cause of Carrie’s pain- she got her damn throat slashed open! Was she expecting it to be her damn elbows or something?

“The painkillers have probably worn off by now,” Lynn said, glancing at the time projected underneath the TV. “I’ll go get you some more.” She retrieved a tablet of Tramadol and a glass of water in record time, not wanting to leave Carrie alone for very long. She helped her sit up, then set the two items in her hands. Carrie went to take a sip from the cup, but flinched away at the last second.

“N-no--”

Lynn frowned. “You have to drink, sweetheart.” She said. “You need to take that medicine.”

“I-I can’t--”

“It’ll make the pain go away.”

Carrie shook her head, then cried out in pain when she did so, nearly spilling the water. When Lynn reached out to steady her, she jerked away as if her hands were made of fire.

“Hey, hey,” Lynn spoke softly. “It’s okay, Carrie. You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Carrie looked at her, and there were tears glistening in her big hazel eyes.

“Why don’t you want to drink?” Lynn asked. Maybe if she knew the cause of the problem, she could solve it.

“Hurts--to swallow.”

Once again, Lynn mentally punched herself for not knowing that. She couldn’t imagine what Carrie must have been feeling at that moment. Was she worried that the stitches would fly out if she simply took a drink of water?

“Oh, honey,” Lynn said sadly. She reached out and gently rubbed Carrie’s shoulder, hoping to comfort her. “I know it hurts, but the medicine will help with that, I promise. You just need to take one sip, that’s all. Just one. Think you can do that for me?”

Carrie looked at her uneasily, then nodded. She drank from the cup and put the pill in her mouth while Lynn rubbed her back comfortingly. The poor thing got an expression of absolute agony on her face when she swallowed, but she managed to force it down.

“It hurts!” Carrie cried.

“You did it, baby,” Lynn said, smiling warmly. She thumbed away the tears that had sprung to Carrie’s eyes. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

“Hurts,” Carrie uttered again. The hand that wasn’t holding the cup grasped at her neck, as if she thought the flesh was still splitting open and she could mend it back together if she held it for long enough.

“I know,” Lynn said. “The medicine is going to help with that, though. You’ll feel better soon.”

Carrie nodded weakly. Her eyes were so dull and lifeless. Lynn wished she would smile.

“I’m going to go take the pot off the oven before I burn the whole house down,” Lynn said. “I assume that you aren’t up to eating right now?”

Carrie shook her head.

“Okay. But when the medicine starts working, you’re going to have to eat something. Doctor’s orders.”

Lynn went back to the kitchen and took the pot of soup off of the burner. She got to it just in time; it was about to bubble over the edge.

When Lynn went back to the couch, two bowls of soup in hand, Carrie was leaning back against the cushions, a glazed look in her eyes. Her hand was still on her neck. Lynn nudged her gently to get her attention.

“I’m back,” Lynn said, sitting down next to her. “I hope you like chicken noodle. Homemade.”

Carrie blinked at her slowly. “My Mama would make me boiled chicken.”

“I--”

That sounded absolutely disgusting.

“Sounds delicious!”

Carrie shrugged. Pain flashed in her eyes, and Lynn knew it wasn’t because of her neck for once.

Everyone knew about Margaret White and her weird teachings, but nobody had ever thought to do something about it. Lynn was, shamefully, one of those people. Even after she grew attached to Carrie, she still held out hope that it wasn’t as bad as everyone was saying, that the bruises that constantly showed up on Carrie’s little body were just from clumsiness.

She should have known. She should have been smarter. Maybe if she stepped in sooner Carrie wouldn’t be the way she was now.

“It was certainly boiled,” Carrie finally said, and Lynn couldn’t help but bark a laugh. Carrie blinked at her in delight.

“I bet it was,” Lynn said back, patting her head.

She and Carrie ended up switching the channel to some animated movie while they ate. Or, while Lynn ate. Carrie didn’t touch her bowl from where it sat on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Some time passed. Lynn noticed that Carrie was starting to blink a lot more, as if she were fighting off tears, but when she looked directly at her, she realized it was from weariness.

That was right. Tramadol’s main side effect was drowsiness. Lynn tried not to smirk.

“Someone is sleepy,” Lynn said.

“Mm-mmm,” Carrie shook her head stubbornly, then let out the most adorable yawn that Lynn had ever heard.

“You definitely are,” Lynn set her bowl down, then picked up Carrie’s. “Think you can take a few bites for me? Just a little.”

Carrie looked at her, then the bowl, then back to her, then nodded. She took the bowl from Lynn and began taking small bites.

“Good girl,” Lynn smiled, rubbing Carrie’s back. Maybe taking Carrie wouldn’t be so hard after all!

“Hey, Miss Gardener?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“You wanna know what it was like?”

“What?”

Carrie looked up at her, eyes like hollow glass, a thin line of soup dripping down the corner of her mouth, and said, “Your hands felt like they had been hanging me.”

…Or not.

#i aint a judas #off west end carrie #carrie #carrie the musical #carrie white #lynn gardener #rita desjardin #sue snell #norma watson #tommy ross #carrie fanfic #tw: blood

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2013 Carrie AU where Tommy makes it out alive and Desjardin listens to Sue, though it’s too late.

Carrie's eyes widen at his words. He said hers and Tommy's name. They won. They won prom night!

The only noises she heard was the audience cheering for the both of them. "Way to go, Carrie!" She heard someone yell in the crowd.

Her smile was so vivacious. She couldn't believe this. It felt so surreal.

They stood up and started walking over to the thrones. Carrie looked around. She saw Rita applauding, Mr. Morton, hell, even Mr. Ulmann!

Sue grabbed Heather's arm, "Heather! Where's Chris?"

"What're you talking about? She's not here."

Sue sucked her teeth and wandered around the crowd. She continued to look for Chris because she knows for a fact that she is there and ready to ruin Carrie's night.

The school anthem plays as Tommy and Carrie climb up the stairs to the thrones.

When they got up on the stage, a woman gave Carrie flowers and she held them with contentment. She was smiling uncontrollably. This was her night, she thought. She won.

Chris cackled, "She looks so fucking ridiculous."

Sue looked for the thing that's possibly going to ruin Carrie's night. And she found it. She saw a string that led to a bucket on top of Carrie. On top of it, she found...

"Chris!" Sue whispered.

"Sue?" Rita said in the crowd, her applauds stopping. She starts making her way to Sue.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Sue yells to Chris. Carrie looks at her confused but still smiling.

Rita grabs her, pulling her back, "What're you doing here? Please don't ruin this for Carrie."

"But it's not me! It's Chris!"

"Come on, out!"

Chris smirked, watching them. She pulled the string, but it was jammed. She gasps. Billy then tries to pull it, but it doesn't work either. "Shit," he mutters.

Sue shoves Rita's arms off of her, "Ms. Desjardin! Hear me out! Chris is up there and she's gonna ruin Carrie's night! It's not me!"

Chris pulls the string one more time, grunting, and this time, the string was loose.

The bucket tipped over.

Carrie made her final smile before she felt a pressuring substance push against her head. The pig's blood fell all over her and some on Tommy.

The crowd gasped as well as Carrie.

The blood was so cold. It felt so sharp against her skin. She closed her eyes tightly. It had such a sickening odor. The crowd was dead silent. She dropped her white flowers—which were now covered in red—as the blood ended pouring on her.

Sue gasps and Rita looks toward the stage. She gasps as well.

Carrie opens her eyes, gasping and looks up at the bucket and then at her hands, covered in blood. Some continued to drip from the edge of the bucket.

Deja vu.

She looks to Tommy, confused. He said he wasn't going to deceive her. What's this mess?

"You tricked me," Carrie whispered to Tommy, trying really hard to hold back tears.

Tommy quickly shook his head, "What? Carrie, no, I didn't do this." He then turns to the audience, "What the hell is this?!"

"That's blood!" One of the women yelled.

Tina clicks on a video for it to be shown on the big screens. It was Carrie in the showers during her first period.

Please, help me! It hurts! can immediately be heard from the video. It shows Carrie weak on the floor, begging for help as the girls chant for her to plug the tampon up. Carrie's sobs boom through the speakers all around the gym.

Heather points to the big screen on the right. "Oh my God!"

One by one, members of the prom started to snicker.

Later, the snickers became malicious laughter.

Sue couldn't believe what she was seeing. Would they actually do this to Carrie? Humiliate her like this in front of so many people? She put her hand over her mouth, completely shocked.

Carrie's eyes widened, recognizing the voice. It was her. She walked to the stairs of the stage and looked to the side, where the big screen was. She saw herself. Her mouth opened slightly with shock.

She looked back and walked up to Tommy, "Tommy... leave before I hurt you."

"But... Carrie don't you see—"

"Tommy, leave!"

He was hesitant at first but then he ran down the stairs. He stopped. He had to get Carrie out of there. He couldn't leave her, not after what had just occurred.

He turned and held his hand out, "Carrie, come with me!"

Carrie furiously held her hand out to him, pushing him down with her powers. He let out a loud "Oh!" at the unexpected force being shoved into him.

The crowd around him shockingly gasped, stepping backward to make a circle of space of where Tommy had just fell. Two people caught him by the arms.

"I said get out," Carrie ordered.

Tommy's eyes widened, made a quick glimpse at Carrie before getting off the men's grip and sprinting for the exit, moving through people quickly.

The crowd's eyes were on Carrie now. They were murmuring. Apprehensive murmurs.

Carrie gazed angrily at the audience.

"Tommy!" Sue whispered and pulled him in for a big hug. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Chris did all this."

"What is Carrie? Did you just see what just happened to me there?" Tommy spoke quickly, breaking the hug.

Sue glanced at Carrie. She had a strong feeling she needed to get Rita and Tommy out of there, instantly. She spotted Chris and Billy run downstairs from the backstage. Chris looked at the stage.

The crowd was still dead silent.

Sue pursed her lips and grasped Tommy and Rita's arms, dragging them outside. She closed the doors to the gym, but they were still in the hallways. They watched.

Inside the gym, Carrie stepped back. They all stared at her. She was the only one on the stage.

SLAM

All the open doors around the gym have banged shut by themselves, leaving some people in the crowd to scream with fear.

The three outside in the hallway winced at the extremely heavy bang.

Carrie shifted her hands, causing the lights to flicker. She smirked. She lifted her hands slowly, some of the blood spreading off of her and into the atmosphere.

"Something's happening," Rita said, looking into the windows of the gym doors. "What's she doing?"

"Whatever it is," Sue starts, "it's not good."

"Are you seeing this?" Heather said to her boyfriend in the crowd. She started to attempt to drag him out. "Wait!" He said. But she kept dragging him. She's trying to get out of there.

Carrie was breathing heavily. She was so focused on the crowd.

Her pupils dilated. They grew.

She screamed.

A powerful wave of strength and anger drove everyone backward, along with the tables, and the decorations.

"Holy shit!" Tommy exclaimed as Sue and Rita's eyes widened. The lights in the hallways of where they were flickered rapidly. Of the three, Rita was the only one that screamed.

Heather ran for the door. Sue, Tommy, and Rita saw her.

"Heather!" Sue called out, attempting to open the door but she forgot it was locked.

Carrie pushed everyone back once more, sending Heather straight to the window. She screamed and bashed her head in, making Sue, Rita and Tommy all jump back in shock.

They saw people reach for the doors, begging for them to let them out. They were screaming in panic. They have covered the windows.

"We have to go!" Sue said. "Come on!"

All three of them exit the hallways and out to the parking lot.

Sue looks behind her. She noticed Billy's car starting and running out of the parking lot. She was going to call out for them but it was too late. They've already left.

"Should I call the police?" Rita asks.

"Are you serious?!" Tommy says, "All due respect, Desjardin, but Carrie's out there killing people God-knows-how and you wanna call the police?"

#carrie 2013 #carrie white #carrieverse #carrie au #alternate universe #horror #chloë moretz #chloë grace moretz #gabriella wilde #judy greer #ansel elgort #tommy ross #sue snell #rita desjardin

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