Carrie. (lore?) (TW: mentions of sh? i think? idk)
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The first time she had contacted him in years.
wanting to meet up.
Obviously, Matt agreed.
They had both agreed to meet up at a nearby diner, it was Carrie’s favorite spot to go to; and Matt was interested in trying it out.
Carrie sat in one of the booths, her leg bouncing anxiously against the tile floor, occasionally banging against the bottom of the table; where she’d hiss in pain momentarily then go back to fidgeting. Every time someone would open the door to the diner and the sound of footsteps was heard, she’d look up; disappointed if it wasn’t who she was waiting for.
Matt walked into the diner, four minutes late. His eyes darted around the room before his gaze landed on who he thought was Carrie. But- no… Carrie- She was different. That- that couldn’t be her. Her eyes were half lidded, tired. As if she hasn’t slept in days.
One of her eyes- was broken. Scars ran down her face, neck, arms and legs. Those weren’t accidental. Carrie had been hurting herself.
Her hair- her beautiful long hair- was gone. Short. She had cut it.
Taking a deep breath, he approached the broken child.“Carrie…?” He managed to quietly ask, his voice hardly above a whisper.
The girl’s gaze darted up, her eyes locking on his face.
“You’re late.”
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@beautiful-princess-disorder SORRY CHAT I WANTED TO YAP
