Valiant Final Girl

Every time that I watched a horror movie, I thought of how I would handle it. That I would be able to fight off the seemingly indestructible killer and live. Kill this guy and then save everyone in town from them. Or campgrounds. Wherever the monster was at.

I was going to be perfectly fine because I watched horror movies.

Boy was I completely wrong. Now here I am laying on my stomach. There are at least possibly seven stab wounds win my back. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is the stab wound is deep in my spine. Thanks to the fact that the knife is still there. A sensation that I never thought I would have to feel when I watched horror movies. Or ever.

Now I know what that feels like.

For the love of everything I now know how that feels. And I know what it feels like to be so afraid it overrides my senses. Making it more difficult to think of a way to properly escape a serial killer. Being in pain on the floor while slowly bleeding out kind of does that to you. Especially when you made most of the mistakes that horror girls make. The ones that you made nasty jokes about while watching them die horribly. Sometimes in brutal fashions.

Now my stupid ass is one of them.

I have really regretted this for the past few moments now. Right when the knife’s tip contacted my back. The thought hit me almost as hard as he did. There’s almost an irony in all this bullshit. Somewhere. Never really thought that bleeding out in my own living room would be so boring. Or slowly go from being painful to being cold either. Guess that’s something to bring with me to the afterlife. Whenever I die from this whole bleeding out thing.

“CLARISSA?! CLARISSA?! ARE YOU HOME?! CLARISSA WHERE ARE YOU?!”,a voice boomed somewhere in front of me. I’m not sure how far away they are from me. The voice is my best friend since we were in diapers, Elissa. Elissa King. Head cheerleader that’s never watched a horror movie willingly in her life. A person that would be the best candidate for a final girl.

Biggest candidate for a final girl in our school.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t know it yet. Soon as she finds me and the knife sticking in my back she might. Maybe I’ll die in her arms when she does. Spitting up blood that may or may not splash on her face. Choking out that this mysterious rabbit masked serial killer is behind her. Get stabbed or whatever by the killer once more when she moves out of the way. Permanently putting me down while Elissa makes her grand screaming escape.

I try not to wince when she screams at the sight of my dying body. And to not make one sound when she pulls me onto her lap. Sort of turning me so that the knife doesn’t push into my back more. She asks,”Oh god, Clarissa? Clarissa what happened to you?”

I tried to open my mouth and cough out some words but all I could muster was a groan. Checking behind her for that killer from earlier to see if what I think is going to happen will. No sign of him just yet. Those large rabbit ears attached to the wooden mask would be very easy to see. Even while half-laying in my childhood best friend’s arms. Her crying all over my face the way she was.

“Rabb…rabbit killer. He’s, he’s here and he stabbed me.”,I managed to blurt out. Coughing a few times and spraying her with blood. She didn’t even flinch at this or try to look away from me either. Her eyes widened as she realized exactly who I meant. After all I wasn’t his first victim, and I doubt that I’m going to be the last. Elissa doesn’t even hesitate to pull her phone out of her pocket. Along with a small bottle of pepper spray. Not entirely sure what her plan with the pepper spray is going to be.

I have a small guess at how brilliant she is.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to say another word. Anything even remotely coherent. All I can manage is another blood spraying cough. This time she blinks at this and carefully uses the heel of her hand to wipe the blood off. Softly, she whispers,”I’m so sorry, I should have been here. I should have been here and not at the movies.”

“We could have fought this freak together and you wouldn’t be dying on the floor like this. You could be safe with me in your bedroom calling the cops.”,Elissa continued. Kissing my temple as I watched her expression. This isn’t true. This isn’t true at all. Even if she were here, I’m damn sure that I would still be dying. Whether or not I like it. I know that I’m slasher bait. If she was here with me then I probably would already be dead. I squirmed a little bit as I reached up for her face. Death was coming for me and I knew I wouldn’t be with her for long. I tried to get the words out as I watched those damned ears come up. His footsteps were noticeably absent when he came upon Elissa and me.

She could already sense him behind her. Just like any good final girl should be able to. Instead of turning around, she carefully lays me back down on the ground. Kissing my cheek before finally letting go of me. With this, she set the phone down next to me. I think she was hoping that I could make a call to nine-one-one. With whatever little breath that I got left inside of my body.

I hope I can.

When she sits up straight, she screams a guttural scream as she turns on him. Spraying the rabbit fucker in the face before he can react. Dropping some wooden weapon on the ground near us as he yells in pain. Hands covering the eyeholes of that damned mask. I watched as she picks up whatever it had been and swings it at him. Slamming into his chest repeatedly as she just wordlessly screams. The world slowly starts fading out of sight as she continued her assault. Slowly becoming black as I finally bled out on the living room floor. Whatever the afterlife is like I hope it’s as great as they say.