"Would you put that crap down" JD sighs as I make my way down the stairs a box full of old Christmas decorations in my arms, held tightly to my chest.
"Come on JD you can't not decorate for this holiday" I persist as I finally place down the box at the bottom of the staircase. Of course, Mr Humbug only sighs louder and storms off into the kitchen. I rarely catch him a good mood and when I do its only because he wants something, each day I still ask myself Jeez Veronica how'd you get here?
With Christmas only a day away I try not to think about my murderous boyfriend's mood swings and rather focus on making this dreary asylum look festive somehow.
About four hours later I feel pleased with my work, tinsel decorates the bannisters, a small green pine tree sits in the corner of the living room carefully adorned with baubles and a small silver star, a red tablecloth covers the stained oak dining table as a grand candle holder finishes the room off with its bleak yet hopeful light. Overall I'd say my work is done.
"Veronica come here a moment!" JD calls from the kitchen. I do as he asks and when I enter there he is a smile on his face and a small present in his left hand. I raise my eyebrows and point at the small gift.
"What have you done now?" I ask curiously.
He laughs slightly before taking my right palm and placing the small box into it. "Merry Christmas Ronnie" He whispers softly. Now if anybody else would have handed me a small box such as this one I wouldn't hesitate, but to receive a gift from Westerberg's killer is something you would be cautious of which I most certainly am. Silence falls over us as I stare at the object in my palm I can feel his eyes burning into me waiting for me to open it, although I don't know if I really want to.
"Come on, it's not like I got you a bomb," JD groans. I glare up at him and he wipes the smug look off his twisted yet gorgeous face. I have no choice. I inhale deeply and unwrap the present to reveal a little white box. I lift open the top and am met with a beautiful silver chain necklace placed carefully on a small black velvet pillow. I admire the necklace until I take a closer look at the two charms which are attached to it...
The first one a silver pistol, the second a notebook, I know exactly what each one means and fear freezes me solid. A pistol just like what was used to kill them. A notebook or should I say suicide note. I snap the box shut and place it on the kitchen counter "Why would you do that?" I stammer.
"I thought you'd like it," JD shrugs.
"Like it! Why would I like a reminder that I and my psychotic boyfriend killed people and forged suicide notes to hide our crimes?" Now I'm screaming "No you know what I can't do this!" I cry running over to one of the cabinets above the stove, I grab a lighter and push it down holding my wrist against the flame. It hurts like hell but the guilt is eating me alive.
JD grabs my wrist and snatches the lighter from me, he pulls me to face him and shouts "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I fight as hard as I can to escape his grip but its no use. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I scream at him louder and louder, he only tightens the hold on me.
"You are sick Jason Dean!" I wail, "Let me fucking go and leave me alone!"
"Oh Ronnie you know I can't do that, we are in this together only way you can leave is if you," He leans into my ear and whispers coldly "If you mysteriously killed yourself" I shudder and finally escape his grip. Once again silence falls over us engulfing us in it's this sinister tragedy which is our lives. "Fortunately I love you too much to let you do that, Merry Christmas Baby" JD smiles placing a kiss on my cheek before he leaves the room.
Once I'm sure that I'm alone I sink down to the cold tiles of the floor, Hands over my mouth to muffle the sobs escaping it, my tears begin to form a puddle in front of me, as I shake in fear. How did it ever come to this? The burns on my wrist no longer sting however now I'm certain JD is mentally insane and I need to get the hell out of here.
Merry.Fucking.Christmas.Veronica.Sawyer
A/N
Hope you enjoyed the short Christmas chapter for far too damaged, I'm overwhelmed by the amount of positive feedback this short fan fiction has been getting and now that I'm feeling somewhat 'healthier' and my writer's block is gone I should return to the regular publishing timetable I was using before. I know you all enjoy reading this small series but bear in mind in total there will only be twenty chapters.
Anyway, hope all my readers have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new years! 🎄🖋
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