I HAVE THIS RECURRING DREAM WHERE I AM THE FINAL GIRL
CONTENT WARNINGS: murder, death
rich red curtains fall over the theater of a dead body.
the show is over, folks!
her eyes have dimmed their shine
and her film-roll nervous system has played the
no one can see anything that happens in your head.
you can see everything that happens in your head.
these facts are true of everyone.
you’ve never been stabbed before but you’ve been
cast in the face of death as the role of the
girl under attack
enough times to know that the only way to guarantee your survival is to
there is no way to guarantee hers.
when the credits roll,
your name fills the screen.
she did not have a name,
none of them ever do.
but they are your best friend,
they are your brother,
they are your ex.
you’ve never seen these people before in your life.
this is not your life.
this is the set where they filmed your last two years of high school.
THE CAST AND CREW WOULD LIKE TO THANK [______] FOR HER CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE STORY. THIS FILM WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT HER.
you want them to get up after the cameras stop rolling, and
give you a pat on the back for a job well done,
smile at you over shitty craft services because
horror doesn’t win oscars so why waste the studio money on feeding you and the other
nobodys in the cast.
except in twenty years you’ll all be stars, and
this movie will be on its third remake, and
they’ll all still be dead.