It's Her Fault - |Chansaw|

Part 10

|Veronica|

|TW: Death, blood, homophobic slurs (just one), weapon usage|

I'm not entirely sure... how this happened. Heather and I were heading to the gym for the pep rally. Her heel snapped. She asked me to get her other pair from her Porsche. I go out to get them and suddenly I'm being held at gunpoint by my ex-boyfriend in an empty parking lot. Life is going swell.

I think he's doing some sort of external monologue or something? I'm not sure. Why do villains do that? What's the point of wasting time talking? Just get it over with. We don't have our entire lives to listen to you talk about your tragic life story.

"Veronica, listen. I don't want to hurt you-"

"You're hurting me right now, holding me at gunpoint."

"Just listen!"

I huff and roll my eyes. "There's a bomb in the boiler room. It's going to go off in like five minutes. Everyone in the gym will go with it," he finally says. "Woah- you're gonna kill over a thousand high school kids?! What's wrong with you? And how the hell did you get a bomb in there?!" I ask. "That's not important. Soon enough, all of those idiots will be gone and we can be together. We can start a new world!" he announces. "Yes, what a wonderful way to start a new world. Kill a bunch of school children. You dick, Martha is in there! Heather is in there!" I say.

He only laughs. "Isn't that the point? This all started with the Heathers and their stupid cliques," he replies. "You don't get it JD. There's another way to go about this. Another side of Heather that I've seen. They're capable of change. Just give them a chance," I attempt to reason. "No, you don't get it Veronica! People like them don't give people like us a chance."

I run my hands through my hair. "I should've never gotten involved with you. How do you defuse the bomb?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I need to know so I can defuse it."

"I'm not telling you!"

"Listen here, dip-shit, you're gonna tell me how to defuse that bomb because if not, not only will Heather die, but thousands of innocent school children. They're not all a part of said 'cligue hierarchy' so that makes them innocents. Are you really gonna kill them anyway? WHere does that make you better?"

JD stays silent. He just looks at me and for a second he lowers his gun. That quickly changes when he tightens his grip on the gun and steps closer. "I don't want to do this Veronica," he says. "Then don't."

He moves his finger to the trigger and slightly pushes down on it. I grab his wrist and turn the gun towards him. I hear an efficient snap and he screams. He uses his other hand and points the gun at me again and I tackle him before he can pull the trigger and-

BANG

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I step back as JD falls to the ground. I shake and toss the gun away from me. JD clutched his side in pain. "Shit shit shit! JD- I'm so sorry I didn't-" He cuts me off. "I- It's fine," he coughed out. "Fuck- I- Let me get someone-"

"No. J- just leave me here."

"What? Why?!"

"I've realized something."

"What?"

"Death oversees life."

"No the fuck it doesn't JD. Death is just another one of life's tricks."