What Happens When You Live //Riverdale//

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Pop's was lightly dimmed and calm during night time, no one would come in except few delinquents drunk on their feet ready for trouble. I had gotten used to the air and tension surrounding this place and it was pleasant when everyone stayed away. Which they did, I was gloomy and unapproachable. The way I preferred it.

Currently there was no one except me and some random teens here, there was barely any tension but the mood was gloom and fear. It was as if everyone wanted to say the obvious but no one dared to speak, they all continued normally as if the lives in Riverdale hadn't changed. Ignoring the brutal murder of Jason Blossom wasn't ignoring it, it was not acknowledging it most of the time.

Many wanted to be left out of it if they had nothing to do with him in the first place, and so they didn't want to have anything to do with him later either. I could understand that, and I would do the same if it wasn't for my overwhelming need of distraction. My life ws filled with catastrophe and adding another one would barely change anything, it would just be a distraction to my other problems which are more personal and as such worse.

The murder of Jason Blossom was also a changing point of lives in Riverdale and as such it also intrigued me. Of course this horrible act that has happened had a bigger and more disastrous impact on others, like Betty. She was wrapped up the entire phenomenon like a fly in a spider's web, and the spider's web was the mystery of the Blossoms. I knew her own family had a web of lies of their own, only theirs was more neatly webbed, less invasive and obvious to the inhabitants of Riverdale. Until now of course.

Now since the entire town knew of Polly's pregnancy the web was getting shredded as Betty slowly struggled against it and ripped the truth out. She was fighting even though she was so small in that entire big world, which is why I had unwillingly gotten tangled in the mess too, personally. Everything became personal once you developed feelings for the person that was in a certain disaster. And I had to admit my small wings were getting tangled in this big web, slowly and painfully. It was exhausting.

Now the entire Jason Blossom murder wasn't just a distraction, it was an addiction and a need to keep myself from doing things I'd regret. Typing and thinking and making the entire story was addictive, and a perfect distraction from adding scars to my own skin and reminders of my past.

Age 10

As I sat on the porch of the house carefully turning the page of my book I heard ruffling of leaves from the tree next to me. My eyes like a hawk's turned to it sharp attention. I observantly looked at it and shrugged when nothing else happened. The book he was reading was a murder mystery, he loved reading those. Looming over a book was what he excelled at and what bullies excelled at making fun of.

I didn't have a lot of friends which didn't matter, I didn't believe in status, I knew why they didn't want to play with me. I knew it was because of my nerdy exterior and smart-ass attitude. I never cared what others said, to an extent I was just the gloomy kids in the back of the class with his nose in a book. His hair would always fall over his face so he wore a nerdy hat which the bullies sneered at. I was aware of course, but again I didn't care. This didn't mean I didn't crave attention, I wanted to be loved and have nice friends.

The world just wasn't crafted so everyone got lucky with that.

Miracles do happen from time to time of course; the smile on Archie's face was proof. He would come over to my house to play every day, he demanded we climb trees. I told him that was preposterous every time but still did it. I would never admit I was actually having fun, I would scoff and make a witty remark.