bad boy-good girl (christian slater)

final entry

10:08pm sunday october 4th 1988

i fall to the soft bed, sweat beading down my face. i cover myself up with the cheap hotel sheets and smile, looking at j.d. how could i love such a crazy human being? god, i hate being a teenage girl. j.d. leans over to me, giving me a quick kiss before sitting up, lighting yet another cigarette. he lights me one and i place it in between my lips, laying my chin on his bare shoulder. i wrap the sheet around me, puffing on the cigarette. i blow out and look to j.d.

"is something on your mind, darling?" i say, puffing on my cigarette again.

"i'm just thinking about us, our bonnie and clyde days."

"those days are long over, buddy. i just want to be an adult and die."

"i'm a criminal, how could you love me?"

"i fell in love with your personality, not your actions."

he smiles, throwing his cigarette to the carpet. he smashes it with a shoe and i throw mine to the ground as well. he faces me and grabs my face, letting me kiss him one last time. well, i only knew that.

11:18am monday october 5th 1988

j.d. really thought he could bring me into all this. he is dead wrong. he really thinks that i can love him after all he's done, well.. 

no, i'm not going to be the blame of this. i did shoot kurt but you know what? it was all because of him. he ruined my life. i could be in my house, studying it up for mid-terms. but no, i'm on the run because i was an accomplice to three murders that happened all suddenly during the school year. three of the most popular students killing themselves? yeah no, that does not happen very often, especially not in ohio. i'm going to get one more thing out of him and then, goodbye j.d.

i get out of bed, feeling the cool air on my exposed body. i grab my bag and put on my shorts and a black tanktop with my green bomber jacket. i pull on my black combat boots that went past my knees, and see j.d. arising from the bed.

"good morning my peach." he says, rubbing his eyes.

"did you get good sleep my darling?"

"i did, i had dreams. dreams of us, our future together."

"sounds interesting."

"truth is honey, i brought you here to- well. how about i just show you?"

he gets out of bed, with a gun in his hand.

i could feel my face getting hot, but feeling pale at the same time. i was trying not to act any different than i had been a few seconds ago, before he pulled out the gun.

"what do you have that for?"

"don't you get it, madeline? i brought you here to die."

"why would i want to die? i want to be with you forever."

"who said i wasn't going to die too?"

"so we are going to kill ourselves?"

"well, i'm going to shoot you and then myself. but i can make it look like a suicide." he winks at me, pointing the gun at me.

"j.d. stop, you aren't thinking straight."

"oh i'm thinking completely straight darling." he loads the gun, cocking it back. i heard a click.

"you are psycho! i can't believe i had sex with you, you are disgusting!" i pull my backpack over my shoulder, and begin walking out of the hotel.

"where do you think you are going?"