Dead Girl Walking - Heathers fanfic

Dead Girl Walking

Warning, this short story contains swears and reference to violent behaviour and sensitive themes. I do not condone any of the mistakes Veronica makes in both this short story and The Heathers movie/musical. Please don't go round killing people just to be like JD. Just don't. 

Also, if you're feeling like you want to take your own life, speak to someone you trust or a suicide hotline... They can help. 

Without further ado, this is Dead Girl Walking... 

VERONICA'S POINT OF VIEW:

JD is dead. Heather Chandler is dead. Kurt and Ram are dead. I know this... so why do I feel like they are still here...

Everytime I see Heather Duke or Heather McNamara, I'm sent on a guilt trip down the bumpiest road. I'm going to hell, I'm certain of that.

The sight of the police car sat outside of school, unoccupied, tells me that this is bad news.

"Veronica Sawyer to the principal's office, now..."

It is bad news. I tell them everything, despite my hands shaking and my heart beating fast in complete and utter fear. Shit. This will get me in so much trouble and I don't have JD to back me up either!

What attracted me to him anyway? He was bad news from the minute he pulled that gun out in the lunchroom... Yet, I remained his friend, well perhaps more than that... maybe...

I watched him murder three people and I didn't tell a soul about it.

I deserve to go down. Everything Kurt, Ram and Heather Chandler did is mere child's play compared to my mistakes.

Heather was an evil fucking bitch, sure, but I played a part in killing her. I'm just as bad as JD, except JD is dead and I'm left to clear up the mess we made, with nobody to help me fight my battles.

I could take my own life bur what will that solve? Me going to hell will not bring Heather, Hurt and Ram back to life, nor will it compensate to everything I did, alongside JD.

I hated them so much that I wanted them dead. I got my wish but now I want them alive again.

I can't win.

I really am a dead girl walking...