Blue Raspberry (JD x Reader)

Chapter 5

The petitions were going well, I helped JD as much as I could anyways. There was finally a plan in motion to blow up the school, who knew it would be so easy to get a bunch of kids to sign bullshit? 

JD wrote the note and built the bomb while I got everyone to sign petitions, making different ones for every social group. Veronica still hated JD and JD still used every waking moment to get her attention, attention she didn't need.

Veronica was corrupted, broken beyond repair. She was damaged by this school desperately searching for redemption anywhere she could. She started talking to our friend group again. The blood on her hands stained, I can see it. Her hands are always dripping and wet, her mind always hazy and scared. I could see it a mile away. 

My hands started turning pale from the grip I held on my pen, scratching in a notebook in big and cursive writing. Every word dripped with regret and shame, a sadness impossible to replicate in full. The ink on the paper begged for forgiveness as it cried for a better answer than this.

It was cold tonight, the wind swaying my body and shivers running up my spine every minute or so. Stopping, I was eye to eye with a large white house with blue trim. I couldn't lie, it was definitely a nice ass house. It's main downfall was the build, it was brick making it too easy to climb. Shame a house so nice harbored a soul so terrible.

I was now sitting outside of a large window with blue shutters, the room inside was large. It was a little too large for comfort actually, as it looked quite empty with just a bed and a desk, a desk with just a green light on.

The bed ahead was large, king maybe? It was perfectly made with a dark blue comforter coating the mattress well. I opened the window fully as quietly as I could and hoisted myself into the room closing the window behind me. I caress my fingers across the wooden desk by the window, pressing my fingers to the wood grain. 

Thumping up the stairs made my head shoot up as I realized she was home, the only place I could think of at the moment was the large walk-in closet to hide in. 

I hid under a large array of jackets and blue blazers as I heard the door from the outside swing open with a large thud and a loud sigh. 

I opened the door a bit to catch a glimpse, Veronica was pacing back and forth muttering to herself about random things but mainly about Heather, Ram, and Kurt. She stopped and crouched over looking sick, I was sure she was going to puke until she stopped and stood up staring at the window and ran over to the closet. I was sure I was going to be caught now, but I tried my best to hide farther into her clothing. 

"Knock knock, sorry for coming in through the window," he pushed his legs through the window crossing them. "Dreadful etiquette I know!"

Although I was flattered that he took my own quip and used it, this is quite an odd moment.

"Get out of my house!" she screamed through the door loud enough for JD and shut the door fully while locking it now blocking my sight from him fully.

"Hiding in the closet?" he says, sighing loudly with a laugh following from behind. "Come on, open the door."

"I'll scream! My parents will call the police!" She's yelling at him loud enough, I'm surprised they haven't.

"All is forgiven baby! Get dressed, you're my date to the pep rally tonight!" 

JD brings up the petition trying to convince Veronica to join him and to no avail it didn't work. I knew I wasn't enough. In the end I knew he would do this, throw me away for Veronica. His screaming and banging at the door was loud and unhinged, truly a sight. 

Every shout made Veronica hide in the closet further, she knew what would happen if she didn't help him. I was going to win this time though, sorry JD. Moving every jacket and blazer in front of my face I revealed myself making Veronica open her mouth to scream. I immediately jumped and covered her mouth with my hand pressing her against the wall with all my strength, she tried scratching at my hand through the gauze I already had on them. I couldn't help but smile, she was weak.

While still covering her mouth I searched for something, only finding an extra bedsheet. Good enough I guess. 

I needed both of my hands so I slowly let go of her mouth only for her to open it again to shout once more, does she not get the fucking hint? I slammed my elbow into her ribs earning a yelp of pain from her, at this point JD was banging and whining behind the door.

"Veronica! Open the door please!" This time his tone was soft. He's such a manipulator. It's funny. 

"Veronica, can we not fight anymore please?" I stopped for a second turning my head to the door, the hair on the back of my neck raised. I had to stop myself from reaching out to the door, I was getting weak.

She was still on the floor wincing in pain, she stopped when she felt the soft thread count of the sheet around her neck. Her eyes pleaded with mine, fear making her lips tremble. It almost made me want to stop, until I remembered why I'm doing this.

I tightened the sheet around her throat so much that breathing wasn't even a thought that could cross her lips. She was gasping for air until she wasn't anymore. Her body was limp and cold, hoisting it up wasn't too hard. Of course it wasn't, she was a Heather she probably didn't even eat.

I slipped the note I wrote out before into her loose pale hands, hiding behind the jackets again. The door broke, not even off its hinges he just kicked a big hole in it. He stuck his arm through the door to unlock it, he opened the door to Veronica's lifeless body, falling to his knees in despair and dropping the school suicide note aswell. 

"Veronica," tears ran down his face. Sobs wracked his strong but small build, he gripped his pants tight turning his knuckles pale. My face contorted into a large frown, watching him cry like this was harder than murder. At least I thought it was, I couldn't help but look at his shaky hands and doing a double take when seeing a 9mm in his left hand. This whole time he was already set to kill her, he's not crying because she's dead he's crying because he wasn't the reason behind it.

"Veronica!" a shout came from the outside of Veronica's bedroom door, I guess as a way of knocking. It was very obviously an adult woman's voice giving me only one actual guess, it being her mother of course. JDs head snapped up like a deer in headlights, he gathered himself as well as the scattered papers of the signed names and suicide note on the floor. In one large swift movement he managed to turn his whole body and gave himself a large running start to the window borderline throwing himself out of it by how fast he was going.

Veronica's door ripped itself open to a confused woman in her early 40s, the smile lines on her face turning downward into a large frown seeing her daughter. A wretched and loud scream ripped through the room, echoing from the emptiness. Tears tracked down her cheeks as she shook her daughters hanging body hoping for life, until she noticed a crumpled up note. She read the note and pressed it against her chest with tears falling harder.

"Oh my angel," she whispered unsteady and sickly. She ran her frail thin and cold fingers against her daughter's pale purplish face before turning around and fast walking out to what I can only assume was to call the police. 

I took my opportunity and hopped out of the closet fully, almost tripping. Catching myself on her large desk I notice the book front and center of it and a fountain pen next to it.

Grabbing the book, I turn around one last time giving Veronica's body a smile and two finger salute before running off into the pitch black outside.