Can't spell suicide without u and i together

JD has gone crazy

----------Mac's Pov-----

I looked everywhere for her. I went to her house first, but she wasn't there. I went to Martha's hospital bed. No sign. I started to walk home in despair since it was getting dark. Her house is on the way to mine. My heart perked up. Her lights were on. Just as I was going to turn to walk to it, I notice a figure standing there. A man. Too tall to be Veronica... it was JD. My mouth filled with disgust. I don't know why I don't like the guy? Weirdly, he like launched himself out of her window. Once his feet we on the floor, he began speed-walking towards me. I was so confused. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I jumped when I hear this blood-curdling scream coming from her bedroom. Is Veronica naked in there or something. I thought. When JD got closer, I asked him.

'Hey JD, where's Veronica?' There were too many shadows covering his face concealing his emotions. Suddenly, he grabs me by my collar and lifts me close to his face. I can see tears. My legs are flaying every which way.

'She's gone Heather.' He moved closer to my ear and whispered. 'She killed herself. Go home right now' He dropped me. I fall onto the floor and look up in utter shock. My heart is hammering from my stomach. She not dead. She can't be. Why would she? When I looked back at him, he picked me up pulling me. He dragged me home despite my protests. When we get to my house, he opens the door and throws me in.

'What do you think you doing?!' He grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall. I can't breathe. 'Stay the fuck away from her family. She's gone. Don't go to her house otherwise I will inject you with insulin under your tongue and bury you 12 fucking feet under the ground!!!' He yells. The vein on his neck began to bulge and he went red so did I. He is red due to anger. I am red due to lack of oxygen. He lets go and shoves me in my house and closes the door. I sat there in the dark. I didn't move. I couldn't. Was she gone? I heard the scream. No, she can't be gone. Tear fell down my cheek. More followed. My breathing hitched as I ugly sobbed. She can't be gone. I brought my knees up to my chest and sobbed. I could've saved her somehow. I bit my wavering lip. My face was flushed. I attempted to glance over at the clock to see the time. 5.45...fuck. I still had to go to the pep rally. I couldn't disappoint anyone else. Heather Chandler was always going on about our reputation. I wish she were here. She would've slapped me in the face and told me to get your fucking shit together. I wished everyone who had gone had come back even if it was for a day. Just to ask them why. Why could they go but not me. However, I wish most of all that Veronica was alive. She was the only one that was kind to me. She saved my fucking life, and I couldn't repay her. I couldn't look into her beautiful hazel eyes ever again. A memory flashed in front of me. You look like your always having fun. You also look good whilst you do it.'. Her soft smile when she uttered them words. That wasn't a smile of someone who was going to commit right? She would want me to go so would chandler. I pushed myself up using the wall and walked to the mirror. Shit. That's what I looked like. My hair was dishevelled and matted. The red covered my puffy eyes and there were to distinct lines from the tears.

After walking into my bedroom, everything felt numb like I had left all my emotion on the floor. I grabbed my cheer clothes and got changed. Pulling my sock down, I flinched at the cuts. Why the fuck did I do that? Over a fucking dance. My best friend is fucking dead, and I thought I needed to do that before. I took my yellow brush and began to demat my hair. Unzipping my makeup bag, I tried to hide my breakdown from before. Finally, I looked presentable. Grabbing my keys, I close the door.