𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕖 | 𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [Riverdale] ¹

[CHAPTER FIVE]

././𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼/./.

Every town has one. The spooky house that all the kids avoid. Ours was Thornhill, the Blossom family's mansion, with its very own graveyard. And, trapped within its walls like some gothic heroine, was Cheryl Blossom. Still grieving for their beloved brother, Jason. Linked in death even as they were in life.

I was walking through the woods, holding a small lantern for light, the knarled branches blocking my sight. I felt a tug pulling me forwards, deeper in the woods. I moved the branches out of my way as I continued walking forward.

I looked down at my outfit and realized that I was wearing my long sheer pink robe, the one Jason had gifted Cheryl and I before he died, hers was red.

As I neared the mysterious area calling for my presence, I began to hear the buzz of electricity behind me. I turned around, trying to explain where the source noise could be coming from in the woods and met Jason in a zombie-like trance. I barely noticed that I wasn't in the woods anymore, before Jason raised a gun to my head and pulled the trigger, without remorse.

I scream.

My body pops up, waking from the deep sleep I had been in. I look around and notice Cheryl beside me, covering her ears in pain. It was just a nightmare, I convince myself, placing my hand over my chest. My heart is furiously thrumming under my chest, from the adrenaline of what I just saw.

Cheryl uncovers her ears once she sees I have finished screaming. She looks at me strangely before slowly bringing her hand up and touching my hair, her eyes widen, "What are you doing here, Addy?"

I look around and notice the plaid bedsheets and Bulldog uniform hung on the wall. I was in Jason's room. The weird part was that I had gone to sleep in my own bedroom.

"I told you, Cheryl, no more sleeping in Jason's bed. Adelaide?" I look up and see Mrs. Blossom looking at me with a bit of surprise although her face was otherwise emotionless. My eyes float to the vodka martini she had in her hand. I knew Cheryl had told me that she had taken up to drinking, but, I didn't think it was this bad.

"I was working on the eulogy. For Jay-Jay." Cheryl spoke up, looking down at the red journal next to her. I also saw many crumbled balls of paper in the bed with us.

"Don't bother," Mrs. Blossom snapped before stepping into the room, setting her drink down on Jason's bedside table. "You won't be speaking at the memorial." I furrow my eyebrows, not understanding why Cheryl couldn't speak. "God knows what you'd say. Something to humiliate us."

She ripped apart the paper Cheryl hadn't crumbled up before throwing it on the floor I could tell Cheryl was holding back her tears and I pulled her into a hug. I felt numb as she cried in my shoulder only thinking about one thing, why did I sleepwalk to Jason's room.