#fuck christina carpenter idk this is all her fault
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Prompt title: “slipping through my fingers”
(ps: make this as angsty as you want)
“Slipping through my fingers”
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Sam tossed another bottle onto her bedroom floor, not even flinching when it shattered into pieces. She had maybe seven bottles down, a multi-colored glass pile shimmering on the floor.
She didn’t really feel much anymore. It was seldom that she wanted to feel anything lately.
Alcohol wasn’t her first choice. Sam saw how it tore apart her mother and turned her into the monster she was today. Red-eyed, lethargic, unable to walk straight, yet so malevolent. She knew Christina Carpenter well, too well, maybe. Though her father wasn’t the man Christina married, the two had much more in common than previously thought.
Sangre de su sangre. Su pasado, presente y futuro. Todo lo que ella será algún día, y todo lo que su madre odia.
(Blood of her blood. Her past, present, and figure. Everything she will be one day, and everything her mother hates)
It was as if Sam was meant to take on this broken crown, the crown of loneliness and destruction. It was her birthright.
So who was she to deny it?
Most days she spent drinking, letting the bottles smash onto the floor, becoming her new rug. Sometimes when she’s not feeling anything, she likes to walk across the broken glass, letting it embed in her skin. She would pick up fistfuls of the glass, letting it fall through her fingers, shards nipping her skin as it slipped through.
She deserved this pain, this torture. She was her mother, and her mother was her. No matter how far she ran or how drunk she got- Sam could still see her mother tailing her.
The worst part of this whole fucked-up ordeal is watching what it did to Tara. Sam knew very well what their mother’s drinking habits and circle of abuse did to her baby sister- as she was the one who had to pick up the pieces. She used to promise herself that she would never succumb to the temptation to drink, to become Christina.
But once her Loomis blood ties were uncovered- all bets were off. Turning to substances was the only way Sam could stomach being alive.
Era la hija del diablo. La encarnación de su padre; la hija que su madre nunca quiso. Sucumbir era afligirse; afligirse era sucumbir.
(She was the daughter of the devil. The incarnation of her father, the daughter her mother never wanted. To succumb was to grieve; to grieve was to surrender)
Sam knew she had a timer ticking above her head, a countdown to her departure. She saw how Tara looked at her- dark eyes full of hate. Contempt for who Sam is now. She knew that her drinking, smoking, and overall drug use pushed her baby sister to the brink, and it was almost time to cut Tara loose.
Her sister didn’t need Sam around. She didn’t need to watch Sam fall apart. But she still did. For whatever reason, Tara watched her every move, every swallow, and mistake that Sam made. As if she was tallying it all up in her head- all the mistakes Sam had made and would make.
And still, Sam let her sister slip between her fingers, let their relationship die young. Their love dies young—everything they achieved falls and shatters at their feet.
Ella se merecía este dolor. Ella merecía caer a su ascendencia. Era ella derecho de nacimiento. No de Tara.
(She deserved this pain. She deserved to fall to her parentage. It was her birthright. Not Tara’s)
So Sam let everything go, and let the darkness inside her swallow her up. She chased down her feelings with shots of truth- shots that sealed her fate. It didn’t matter anymore.
It was all falling apart anyways.
#scream#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#carpenter sisters#ao3 author#my writing tag#angst bc i’m sad#just… sad sam carpenter#fuck christina carpenter idk this is all her fault#AU: i’ve got blood on my hands
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