CHAOS ✔️ J.D.

can you see your fucking reflection?

*maybe a trigger warning? i'm  not trying to offend anyone, i'm just using what they had almost done in the film.*

the day elapsed rapidly, no events other than the current ones going on the other day. the only thing that had changed was that one brutal life was going to disappear. one that caused others to suffer, and didn't have a concern afterward. me and j.d. decided to go to duke's place soon, as i remember events that took place when i was chandlers puppet,              including the rest of them.

heather was always one for bubble baths, so we thought we could drug up her drink that she took to the tub with her. a sleeping one, of course. when she was all peaceful, we would make marks on her wrists deep enough so she would bleed out. for this act, no suicide note.

but if she was already dozed off in her bed, we would do the same but drag her lifeless body to a mirror with a suicide note placed on it. maybe break the mirror, making it look as if she collapsed on it for a more dramatic effect.

      her parents? jason had been following the two girls, listening from beyond them. duke had confessed that her parents were both going to be out, around ten. we were going to arrive about thirty minutes after so everyone would be gone and she would optimistically be asleep.

j.d. also suggested for me to stay home and unwind myself after all the things that had happened. i feel as if he was overprotective or some shit, because he didn't want me being harassed by the wolf packs in the school.

i'll admit, it was pleasant to relax some. oh, and the kiss? we didn't approach or talk about it and acted as if it was nothing, it didn't bother me. most people it would, but i'm not most people. it brought us closer, and i'll own the fact that we've done it more than once after.

my eyes focused over to the window, the sky having several colors in it from the sun settling and becoming darker outside. i always thought the sky was stunning, it was honestly pleasing. i adored it. whenever i was upset, as weird as it sounds, i'd just look up getting lost it in the peace.

time had passed, realizing the sky was pitch black. the only colors that shielded the outdoors were street lights, a few stores, and maybe a couple of houses. small town, not many restaurants around, and certainly not opened in the middle of the night, or anything really.

my body startled a bit, hearing a knock at my window. knowing who it was, i walked and opened it soon appearing a boy in a trench coat. "come on, pretty. we've planned some revenge that we have to get done." he pronounced, a simper sneaking up onto his lips. i snickered, grasping his hand, shutting my window while jumping down.

jason pulled me up onto the back of the bike, as he started the engine up. the headlights shinned bright in front of us both, from the sky being dull. before he could take off, i planted a short and delicate kiss on the brunettes lips. "come on, we've got a life to get to that's begging for us to end it." i spoke bitterly and somewhat jokingly, as he chuckled and nodded.

we both made our destination, while noticing that there were no vehicles in the driveway which was always a good sign. i considered going through her parents window, that way we could find out if she was sleeping or not. jason agreed, as we did exactly what i suggested.

as we climbed inside, we became aware of dim candles in the bathroom. i glanced over at him, as he directed me over to the corner where she couldn't view us. we both peeked through the crack of the door, seeing that heathers drink had been placed on the kitchen table. she was apparently in the bathroom getting her water and towel ready.

j.d. placed his index finger in the air, signaling me to wait a moment. my body was behind her parents bed, attempting to not be seen. on the other hand, while heather was in the bathroom he poured in the sleeping syrup instead of the pill. he soon ran back quietly, as we were both concealed.

duke walked back out, while gripping the cup on the counter as she roamed back over to the bathroom. heather placed her body in all of the foaming bubbles, the water almost overflowing and slipping out of the bathtub. her eyes began to become heavy, as the drink in her hand fell in the surface of the water while beginning to fall asleep.

we wanted to make sure that it was official, so we waited for about five minutes. jason and i lifted our bodies up from where they were placed, convinced she was gladly sleeping. i turned my body facing jason, a grin appearing on my lips.

"well darling, your plan is almost accomplished. i'm still not over being impressed." the boy in the trench coat stated, his eyes slightly crinkling from laughter. i shrugged, smiling proudly. "i guess so." i responded, gripping his hand and taking him over to the kitchen.

i went through the drawers, taxing to find the sharpest knife. "hey ivy, i think i found one." his soft voice filling the air from behind, turning my head around. i could spot my reflection in the utensil, being observant with a smirk noticing how sharp it was."perfect." i stated, clearly dedicated to use it.

"good. can you see your fucking reflection?" he recalled in a sarcastic tone, us both bursting out of laughter. i grabbed his free hand, us strolling over to the bathroom viewing the girls body in the tub.

despising ryan, i couldn't wait to experience how devastated he was going to be. their secret fucking affair that he wasn't man enough to confess was going to be gone, just like that. "you ready, pretty girl? who's going to do the pleasure?" he questioned, giving me a gentle peck on the lips. "i'd like to." i uttered, instantly smiling as he handed over the knife.

i bent down, landing on my knees while leaning over her almost lifeless body. the bubbles overflowing the tub, and covering the parts of her body. my hand slipped into the steaming water while grabbing her wrist, my urge wanting to raising higher each second.

the blade from the knife dug into her skin, seeing the flushed blood gushing out of her wrist. without even realizing, there had been several extensive marks collapsing on her skin, as the tension from my hand continued to force harsher. the knife i had holding in my hand traveled its way down, every cut getting deeper as i did the other wrist.

i could see the blood dripping in the water, soon filling the clear liquid with a dark crimson color. i smirked, not being able to control myself while pushing the blade harder into her skin. i noticed that she was bleeding out quicker each moment, presuming it was enough.

jason's two fingers approached heather's pulse, his head turning over and smirking at me. "you did it, darling. she's out." he spoke, as i had returned a confident smile. "now i just need to rinse my hands." i chuckled, while doing so. i felt the frigid water hitting my skin, also feeling hands arms wrap around my waist from behind. "she's gone now." he spoke happily, placing a fast and soft kiss on my neck.

we didn't think that a suicide note was necessary, so we just decided to slip the knife into her departed hand while blowing out the candles. now she can join heather in hell. "you ready?" i recalled, as he nodded leaving the house making sure everything was in place like before, then getting away.

i bundled my my arms around the boy, him attending me back home. in all honesty, i was definitely going to hell too. as well as this jason dean. more chaos, but also making the chaos disappear day by day. the worst part was, is that i wasn't sorry.

                      not even close.

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i feel as if this got intense, i was listening to melanie so that's probably why? either way, sorry for the slow updates. - T