I'm really sorry if this oneshot isn't the best. I think I captured Chris well in it, though. Requested by no one.

The name Carrie White was well known at Ewen/Bates High school — but for bad reasons.

Just the mention of her name was enough to make the students burst into laughter or silently feel the slightest bit of sympathy.

Everyone at the school knew the daily abuse Carrie went through, including Chris Hargensen. Perfect little Chris Hargensen with perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect looks, and seemingly the perfect life.

And she did have a semi good life. ("When her dad wasn't being a total bitch.") But the thing is, it took her seeing the things Carrie went through daily compared to these minor fights she got into to finally care, just slightly.

She always thought her mom was weird. Who wouldn't, though? She seemed to shield Carrie from practically anything that wasn't related to her.

But one fateful day, Chris just so happened to walk by the so called "haunted" house the White's owned. She had been awfully bored that day, so she decided to stroll around the neighborhood.

There was something off about the house today, though.

Quiet, uneven cries could be heard close to the house.

It made Chris uneasy — but, she was intrigued. With careful footsteps, she slowly edged her way to the sound, her ears perked up in the process.

"Carrie?"

The shaken girl jumped, her eyes were wide — she looked clueless, she looked stupid.

"What—" Chris tilted her head. She turned her head around then examined her surroundings. No one was there. Good. "What the fuck happened?" She looked down.

Carrie looked up at the girl in front of her, her tough, icy blue gaze glaring at her, "what?"

Chris rolled her eyes, "this is why no one likes you," she whispered, knowing it wasn't the best thing to say at the time, but no one would stop her. She gripped onto Carrie's arm, carefully dragging her to the back of the house.

"Please let go." Carrie quietly spoke. She knew Carrie feared her, and she was fine with it. She'd rather people fear her then see her real self, but Carrie was never this scared-

She pulled back to find her hand coated in a sticky, red substance that smelt of iron. Chris tried her best not to gag. She had never saw so much blood in her life, besides what happened in the girls locker room a few days ago.

With pure disgust, she wiped her hand on the house in a small attempt to get at least the majority off, "What happened?" Her voice was cold, like a blade almost, but a hint of concern was laced in her tone as well.. both of them were utterly confused.

"It's nothing." Carrie whispered as if her mom could hear her from within the house.

"It's obviously something," Chris scoffed, "and why are you even out here? It's fucking freezing."

Carrie gave a shrug, her gaze focusing anywhere but on Chris herself, "my mom wants me to be outside."

"Well, you don't have to listen to her!" She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"It doesn't work like that."

"Why?"

Carrie hesitated, then blinked a few times, debating on responding or not — but what did she have to lose? "It will happen again," her gaze flickered from her arm, then finally at Chris.

"Your mom did that?" Something sparked in her harsh, blue eyes. Something she'd never seen before.

Sympathy, sorrow. An emotion Carrie thought no one would feel towards her, not even her own mom, "mhmmm."

Once again, Chris examined her surroundings to make sure no one was near them. Just because she cared for Carrie (it would be just this once, never again), does not mean that she doesn't value her popularity, "did she hurt you anywhere else?"

Carrie had to think for a moment. Did she? All of the other times seemed to blend together, it was hard to just remember today, "nuh-uh, no she didn't."

Chris reluctantly took her hoodie off, "let me see your arm."

Carrie looked uneasily up at her, "w-why?"

"I'm gonna stop the bleeding. What else would I do? Bite it?"

Carrie tensed up, her words obviously not helping the situation.

Chris let out a groan, then bent down while forcefully grabbing her arm. She didn't need to be gentle, she never was. But the look on Carrie's face almost made her feel regret. She tied her hoodie around her arm, then pulled back.

"Thank you." Carrie moved away from the taller girl.

"Yeah, yeah." Chris sighed, standing back up and brushing herself off, "so. Has this happened before?"

"Well—" Carrie bit her lip. She didn't want to tell Chris anymore, honestly, but she was already in too deep, Chris knew a lot already, "never outside. She's starved me a few times but—"

"She starved you!?" Chris yelped, as if she has never said or done one mean thing to Carrie in her whole life.

"Please, don't be so loud!" Carrie whispered, her eyes wide with worry, "I don't want her to know you're here.."

"You have to tell somebody about this." She ignored her plea, looking awfully stern. It set Carrie on edge.

"I can't — I don't want to lose her." Carrie murmured, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

"But why? Don't you see, Carrie? She's done so many bad things to you!" Chris sighed, now pacing back and forth while thinking if possible ways to help Carrie get through at least a tiny bit of this.

"But she's the only thing I have left."

Chris glanced at her, "you have your dad?"

Carrie shook her head.

"Friends?"

Again.

"Aunts? Uncles?"

And again.

"Anybody?"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." A stray tear slid down her freckled face.

"Here," Chris suddenly reached her hand out, "come on. I have an idea."

Carrie stared at her hand for a moment with a confused look on her face. But she eventually got the idea, then used her left hand (that didn't feel as if it would tear in half if she moved it just slightly).

Chris pulled her up, awkwardly wrapping her arms around her. It felt weird, hugging the person you've grown to hate your whole life — or did she really hate her? Why was she so mean to her? It was an unanswered question anyone, including herself, would never know the answer to.

Carrie, surprisingly, almost automatically hugged her back. It felt good, she's never hugged anyone but her own mom, and even that got tiring. Chris smelt like bubblegum, it was a sweet smell Carrie found herself fond of.

"Don't get used to that," Chris hissed as she pulled back, "anyway. Come on, I need to take you to the doctor."

"But-"

"No, Carrie. Trust me on this, it looks.. bad." She scrunched her nose up, a crimson colour now coating her once pink jacket. "Maybe it could even be healed by prom if we do."

"Prom?" Carrie tilted her head, 'prom' seemed to be the only word she caught out of the sentence.

"Mhmmm. Maybe you could go."

Carrie let out a quiet sigh, "don't be silly. No one would want—"

"I would." Chris suddenly said, not only surprising Carrie, but herself as well, "I'll take you, but you have to promise you'll let me take you to the doctor."

Carrie looked torn. She wanted to go, but her mom had never taken her anywhere near the doctor, and now would be an unpleasant first time. She wanted to have at least one good thing to happen in her miserable life.. but this was Chris offering her.

"I want to, I do," Carrie breathed, "but you can't just expect me to.." she trailed off, regretting her words almost automatically.

"Then let this be the start — and let's not forget that I gave you my hoodie, and I'm offering to take you to get help." Chris rolled her eyes.

Carrie let out a shaky breath, "alright."

Chris gave a smile, Carrie couldn't tell if it was real or not, but the feeling of Chris's arms carefully wrapped around her waist seemed to answer the question.

I might write a part two of this where Chris takes Carrie to the prom if I ever get on writers block, so yeah. But that might be a bit because I actually have a lot of ideas for this book now