Can't spell suicide without u and i together

I say no

-----------Veronica's Pov

I opened the door leading to Jd's living room. He was pacing from left to right. I felt like a child who had drawn on the walls.

'So, I'm guessing you're mad about that confession, huh?' I added a chuckle at the end to try and lighten the mood. He did not appreciate. It was only until I saw his house that I remembered that in front of everyone, I said that I killed Kurt, Ram and Heather Chandler. All I could think about was that Heather Mac was going to kill herself.

'Not mad. Confused' His mouth curved up creating an unnerving smile. It scared me. 'You wanted us to be normal teenagers. I did that. I joined the goddamn A.V. Club-for you!' He shouted. I flinched. It was my fault. He sacrificed so much, and I nearly ruined it.

'I know' My eyes look at the floor unable to meet his. I was child getting told off by their parent.

'Do you know what would have happened if they'd actually believed your confession?' He grabbed my shoulders so tight it felt like it would bruise. 'Handcuffs. Separate cells. Cops trying to turn us against each other. Right before they ship us off to different prisons. Is that what you want? Be honest.' Every word felt like a knife plunging into my body. He made it seem that I had not been honest with how I felt to this point.

'Of course, not'

'Well, what then?' He interrogated. I already felt the chains on my wrist pulling me down.

'Everyone's cashing in on these fake suicides, making it about them. It's a sick trend and we started it.' I began. Everyone was making it about them in one way or another like Ms Fleming.

JD looked irritated and confused. 'Turning ourselves in won't stop human nature.'

'Then what? Fleming's little kumbaya party almost ended with Heather Mac dead on a bathroom floor.' My voice rose and hitched when I said her name. I was still in shock that she was mere seconds away from meeting Heather Chandler.

'Fleming's not the problem. Heather Duke is. She's the one who made McNamara want to die. If you want to slay the dragon, cut off its head.' He seemed to find it almost fictional like a video game. We kept arguing. His father came in and essentially told JD that he was replaceable. I could see the anger in him bubble up.

BOOM. I jumped and saw sparks. He had shot the tv.

'What? It pissed off my dad. It's funny' JD exclaimed laughing like he wasn't holding a loaded gun.

'None of this is funny! Why are you carrying a loaded weapon?' I didn't know how many more bullets were in the chamber and if I was next on the programme.

'Protection' A single answer which he thought said it all.

'From what? Re-runs?' I tried to show him this was wrong without stepping in front of the barrel.

'We gotta stop pretending. This is who I am. If you don't like it, take it up with him. He made me.' I knew he was talking about his father, but he wasn't the one twirling a gun so nonchalant.

'Ohh. Martha was right about you.' I was horrified that I had fallen for him. I wanted an edgy mysterious boyfriend yet ended up with a psychopathic killer. I finally told him how I felt. I broke things off. He couldn't just blame his father and expect everything to be fine.

'But I love you!' He shouted. I looked down and my heart began to beat furiously. He had pointed the gun towards me.

'Dude' He looked down at the gun and lowered it slowly. He didn't even know that he had pointed it at me. I left after that.