"Might Not", by Belly ft. The Weeknd(💕)
Jessica was just like any normal 19-year-old.
Well...not exactly.
She was a little bit...wilder.
By day, she spent her days making snapchats, attempting to be labeled the REAL savage at her school. Jumping off of random things for her 1.26 million followers on Vine, bullying and messing with people for her 879,556 points worth of friends on Snapchat. She was the definition of a basic bitch.
And by night, there was a small difference. She was drunk.
Every. Single. Night.
Every night was the same. Make a few vines, bully a few people for the title, "SAVAGE", then go to the club, and get high and drunk. It was the same routine. It was the only thing that helped her forget about her sad, pathetic life. She was depressed. Who could she tell?
There was a time where Jessica wasn't as attention-seeking. Bitchy. Basic. She wasn't so nice either, but she was... different. She didnt have Vine or Snapchat. Her Twitter handle was @TroyesBadBitch (she was a Troye Sivan stan) and she was..more of a fun girl.
FUN.
But now, she did everything for her fans, not for herself. She lived off the thought that people, who knew nothing about the real her, the actually kinda quiet, and artistic girl, loved her. Every last one of her 3.8 million followers on Twitter had no idea about her depression, or the suicidal thoughts she got every night, or that she really wanted to STOP. She wanted the attention for a hot second, but ended up getting it for way longer than she'd bargained for.
Little did she know, she had so much more attention than she thought she had.
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I watched her. At night. During the day. While she was sleeping, eating, dancing her ass off to Daddy Yankee while drinking Hennessey out of the bottle.
I loved her. I wanted her for me.
I loved how her left eye twitched when she took her first gulp of Vodka like a pro.
I lived for how her hair smelled after she passed out from the alcohol.
Like...sweat and rose petals.
Perfect.
I'd been watching her for months. I'd even managed to bump into her a couple of times. She definitely knows my face. And when she isn't getting high off Molly or Ecstasy, or drunk, she knows my name.
I have been planning how I'm going to get her for weeks. She likes me. I can tell, because every time we bump into each other, she smiles at me. No one does that to any normal person, right? She's wanted this. She knows I'm watching. That's why she does crazy stuff. To impress me. I can tell.
Tonight, I'm gonna get her. She's drunk. I know it. By 1:43 a.m. she's usually incredibly drunk.
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*Music Playing In the background*
Jessica was super drunk. But she was having fun.
After the first fifteen shots, she felt like throwing up, so she ran to the unisex bathroom a few feet down a hallway.
"Hey, Jessy, are you okay?", Asked her best friend, Mark.
"Yeah, Mark, I'm fine!", Replied Jessica, "Hey, Mark, did I ever tell, you look FABULOUS tonight, guuuuurl!".
"Ugh, Jess. I'm not a girl, and I'm NOT gay, and even if I was, I wouldn't be that feminine, damn it, for the LAST fucking time!"
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I asked one of Jessica's friend's, particularly Mark, where Jess was. It was time to carry out my plan.
"Uh, Jess? Are you okay? If you want, I could take you home?" I said, lying through my teeth in order to get the best out of this turn out.
"Ohkay! Here I-I Come." She said in between giggles. She opened the door and I grabbed her and took the chloroform on a napkin onto her face. She was screaming a little but no one heard. I could carry her out, and everyone would think she had just passed out and I was taking her home.
She made it so easy to do this. This is how I knew she wanted me to.
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I know the "Mark" part is a little offensive. I apologize if anyone took offense to it. It's just a little stereotypical. Sorry!
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