Seventeen | A Heathers Fanficiton

xi; dont open a vein

Veronica peered at the glowing alarm clock and listened to JD breathe softly next to her. 3:13 AM. He had been driving all day, and there was no way he wasn't dead asleep by now.

But, then again, this is JD we're talking about. Whatever.

Veronica slowly slipped out from underneath the covers and padded silently to the bathroom. She failed at silently zipping open his suitcase and hurriedly cast a frantic glance over her shoulder. Nothing, so far.

Rummaging through his conglomerate of clothes and assorted shit, she finally found a box of razors stashed into a side pocket. She climbed into the bathtub and contemplated the box.

Well, this is it, I guess. Not exactly how I thought it would go.

Veronica rolled up her sleeves, opened the box, and began her business.

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