Veronica's Diary

Heather's Death

This can't be real... Where do I start.. I'm at my class right now writing this, lord have mercy on my soul I didn't mean to.

After the night, I and JD went to her house, she was alone because she skips the Sunday visits to grandma. I just wanted to make her puke our her guts out "We can mix orange juice and milk maybe?" I suggested to Jason standing in the opposite direction. He smiled and grabbed a bottle from under the sink cabinets. "I'm a no rust-up-build-up man myself." The bottle was drain cleaner and I just giggled "Don't be a dick, that stuff would kill her." I said as a joke and began pouring my milk into a mug and then mixing it with orange juice. He poured it into a see-through glass which I replied with "There is no way she'd drink something that'd look like that." He nodded and grabbed a mug that looked like mine and poured it in. He placed it by mine and went up to me and kissed me. I gently kissed him then after grabbing the cup and leaving just to be stopped for nothing. "Uh. Veronica?" "Yeah?" "Nevermind, nothing." I found that weird but I just shook it off and walked into Heather's room with Jason behind me. "What are you two doing here?" She asked us and I, of course, answered her. "I came to apologize to you for yesterday so I made you some hungover cure." "Family recipe" Jason added while Heather looked us dead in the eye. "I'm not drinking that." She crossed her arms and Jason thought of something to convince her
"Why not, are you a chicken?"
"Are you expecting me to drink that because you called me a chicken?"
She asked and then answered herself.
"Give me that." Heather grabbed the mug out of his hand and drank it. Her reaction surprised me, she was supposed to throw up. Heather instead started choking while a blue liquid dripped from her mouth, she used her last breath She whispered her last words "..c...orn....nuts.." She would fall through the glass table resulting in it shattering. I-I grabbed the wrong fucking mug and began to panic "We're going to jail." JD wasn't that frightened and he searched the place and came up with an idea "Unless we can make it look like she killed herself, you can copy her handwriting." I nodded and then we wrote a suicide note for Heather Chandler.