MELTED {J.D X Reader} (HEATHERS)

Why'd you hurt me?

You opened your eyes up to slits. Just able to see the gray ceiling above you. There was faint noise, and the playing with your hair stopped. You were still a bit dizzy from your vision, or whatever that was. Jessica's words still rang in your head.

"Please go back to my dear son..."

At this point you weren't even sure if that was real, or just a dream.

Your eyes opened a bit more, but it was bury. Just a blob in front of you."Y/N? Y/N, wake up!" was all you could hear. You took a gasp for air, and then couldn't breath again. You couldn't hear anything. Then a sock filled your body, making your eyes fly open. Seeing a bit clearer this time, but your memory a bit hazy."Please say your there, Y/N," you heard a voice cry next to you. You took in another deep breathe, and closed your eyes, trying to remember what happene

"J-Jason?" was all you could form with your mouth, and all you could remember at the time was that name. Who was 'Jason', why could remember that name? Was he important to you?"Yes, yes it's Jason. I'm right here," you heard the voice again. Jason... Who... J.D!  You thought happily remembering who he was a bit more. But you couldn't remember much of him. Just that you loved him. And that he had done bad things.... Horrible things.... "J.D... I-I'm sorry..." Your heart was beating fast, remembering a bit of what happened. And how you almost left your him."Shh, it's okay, just tell me why you did this," J.D said sweetly. You opened your eyes again, seeing he had rolled you over to face him.

His cheeks were stained with tears, and his eyes were red, and baggy. You felt a wave a guilt take you over as you remembered him cry at your body. His eyes had the look of love in them, but you could see behind that. On the inside, he was sacred and alone. Just making you want to tell him everything. But it was all so hard to remember... Like you said. All you could remember was that you loved him, and that he was murder.

"I-I can't remember why... I j-just remember being sad," you told him truthfully. he grabbed you left hand, and stroked it gently, trying not to touch you cut."Okay, that's fine. Just try to remember for me. You know I only want to help you," he pulled your hand to his face, and kissed it."Our love is God," you heard him say.

He then looked sadly at the bandages on your wrist. He moved his hand along it, feeling your deep cut. After only a few seconds of doing this, it started to sting. You winced at the feeling, he looked up at you when you did that. His eyes suddenly turned from sadness to anger."J.D...?" He pulled your another wrist to him, and pressed down hard on it."Ow! Jason! T-That hurts!" You cried, confused of the pressure he was putting on your wrist."You don't think I know that? I'm doing this because it's hurting you."

"P-Please s-stop..." Your complaining only made him grab your left wrist, and pressed down on that one too."J.D! P-Please! It hurts!" He continued until you cried. He noticed that you had shed a tear, and stopped. You pulled your wrist away, and held them. You looked over at him."W-Why?" He looked strait in your e/c, scaring you more than you already were of him."You hurt me darling, I was just showing you how I felt. And I didn't know how else to do that," he told you.

You moved away from him, sitting on the other side of the bed. He tried to pull you back, but you slapped his hand. He pulled his hand back. Rubbing the place where you slapped him. right now, you were scarred of him right now. He just hurt you. And now all you could think about was how he hurt others. 

"Darling, come on now," he sat on the bed, moving over to you."Get away from me!" You yelled at him, wanting him to be as far away from you as possible. He tilled his head and smile. It wasn't his normal smile. It was a crazy smile. The one he made right be for he killed someone.

And for some reason. You were in love with it.

"No. Do you think I'm going to leave this room? I'm not going until your healed, darling." He put his hand on yours. And after what he just did. You were sacred of his next move."Don't call me darling!" You snapped at him, much like you did when you had that fight with Heather."I can call you whatever I want, darling," he teased you."No! You are going to leave me alone! I don't want you near me! You fucking fuck of a person!" He laughed like I was just joking. Which only made you madder ."Do I look like I'm kidding! Leave!" He forcefully grabbed our arm, and pushed your back to the bed. You felt the wire in your arm pull out a bit, making you open your mouth for a painful yelp. But he covered your mouth with his hand."Shh, don't do that. I don't want you to get hurt know, love." He paused and smiled."See? I didn't call you darling." He didn't want you getting hurt? Did he forget what he just did to you?

"You don't want me to get hurt? After you just hurt me? I think I just lost a few brain cells from your dumb ass!" You snarled at him. He smirked,"if you thinks that's hurting you. I don't think you've met me yet, love." His words in raged you, and you tried to push him off you. But you couldn't, he was just sitting on you at this point."I swear to god, love. I will just punch that little smirk off your lips!" You yelled.

"Oh, soon, these lips will be on yours. And then after that, I'll probably have them all over your perfect body. And fuck your pretty little brains out." His words made you blush, making you look like a tomato."N-No! That's not going to happen!" You studded."Oh yes, and then I'll have an even bigger smirk while I ring your neck," his voice was like lava now. Burning away all your logic with his soft voice.

No! Stop thinking like that Y/N! You can't love him anymore!

"See, now you've shut up. And I've won. Now I-" He looked down at your wrist again. You thought for a moment that he would press on them. But he didn't, his eyes became filled with sadness again as he crawled off you. And back beside the bed. You looked at him shocked by his sudden change of emotion. He grabbed your hand, and his thumb ran over where the cuts were. His eyes welled up, and he began to shower you wrist in kisses. You saw tears fall from his eyes, while you sat there, jaw open. You knew you should pull away. You knew that you should dump him. But right then, he looked so weak. Not the scary monster he had turned into only moments ago.

He gently pulled your other wrist to him, and did the same thing. But this time he kissed up your to your finger tips, and down back to your wrist again."I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.... I'll never do it again. Never ever. I have no idea what came over me... My mind just snapped, and wasn't in control..." He cried. You didn't know what to say. The same man you had hurt you. Was now kissing your bloody wrists.

You just sat there until he had to leave. And thought about what the hell just happened to you. And why you used to love that boy. And sometimes, still did. And thought about the fact that you couldn't anymore.

A/N

I know this came from no where. I just was thinking about something, and got a bit inspiration from a story I read today. In real life, I feel like J.D would have melt downs. And shut down, and just lose it. And then whatever the hell he did would try to fix. But no madder how hard he tried, he never could take back what he had done.