Chapter Ten - Deep

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Dear Journal,

Water is blue

Blue as the sky

After all we've been through

We're destroying Westerburg high

Sincerely, JD.
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** Y/n POV **

I wake up to find JD staring at me.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up forever!" He says quietly, but excitement is in the back of his throat as he speaks. 

I sit up, pull a hair tie from my wrist and pull my messy bead head back.

"What is it Jay?"  I ask propping myself up on one arm and turning to look at him better.

"Let's blow up Westerburg!" he says a crazy glint in his eyes.

"Graduation night. No one will be able to tell who's who! We can flee from this place and wipe all the slates clean! We can bring some good into this world and get rid of the bad!" He says quickly and with a manic tone to each word.

I stare at him in shock.

"But all those people... not all of them bad..."

He grabs my hands and pushes himself on top of me, a crazier look in his eye than I've ever seen.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... You and I... our love is god. Two or three good people, as a sacrifice for HUNDREDS of terrible people! It's worth the trade!" he says

I push him off me and back up to my desk in fear.

"JD what's going on? What happened to just cleaning the slate? Only the bad? I can't justify killing good people JD!" I say frantically.

He corners me and pins me against my desk.

"Y/n this is our shot."

I push away from him.

"If you do this I will run with you. But I am not going to help you." I say trying to walk away from him.

He grabs my arm and pulls me right next to him tugging on my hair so that my ear is tilted up to him.

"I may worship you. Our love may be god. You may never kill. But. I will show you the truth behind our fucked up society." He lets go of me, shoving me forward slightly.

Tears well up in my eyes and I swallow the lump in my throat and my voice cracks as I say,

"I think you should leave for now JD. Go build your bomb or something."

My voice gets quiet and a tear falls from my eye.

"I- I made you cry." he whispers grabbing me and pulling me down to the bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, putting covers over me.

"You won't cry ever again, Y/n. I promise. Nothing will ever make you cry again. This world doesn't deserve you. None of it does. That's why we must restart everything. And we will. Starting with Westerburg."

He strokes my hair and I try to fall asleep so I can feel peaceful and numb. Like a child once more. I would give anything to go back to childhood. Especially in this moment.

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Dear diary,

I've gotten too deep in.

Sincerely, a broken girl.


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