The Dark World

The Certificate of Death

Dear Diary,
I've been struggling to find the words lately that I want to say. Sometimes it's bitter, and exaughsting. I find things impulsive and tiring. I do things I know that will haunt me and cause problems in the future, and I will regret them, yet I still choose to do them. Honestly I don't know why I do things like that, they seem magnetic. I'm not addicted am I?

Love-
Betty Cooper

I lifted my head as someone walked into the blue and gold. I threw my diary in my bag and shut it. "Hey cousin." I heard Cheryl say as she shut the door behind her. "Oh hi Cheryl, I wasent really expecting to see you today." I said with a little bitterness in my tone. I made sure I covered my hands with my sweater and crossed my arms over my chest. "What do you want Cheryl." I said. "Well cousin, I was wondering if I could rent out two pages in the year book this year?" She said sliding a folder on the table. "I want to put a rembrence for Polly and Jason." She added. "Cheryl you know evrey senior gets only one page." I said. "Please Betty. As a family we should understand where we come from, our dark pasts. I too know what it's like to lose the light in your life belive me, the person you love almost as much as yourself." She put a perfectly polished hand on mine and looked at me deeply. "Please Betty, for us, so we can heal togther." "Fine Cheryl." I said sighing and taking the folder. She smiled. "Thank you cousin. I'll see you around." She said as she walked out.

"What did queen of hearts want?" I heard someone say as they walked in shutting the door behind them. "Hey Jug." I said smiling as I looked up. "She wanted to talk about the yearbook." I said showing him the folder. "The stupid yearbook I sighned up to fo by myself since freshman year. Now it's senior year and I am glad I don't have to do this stupid thing ever again, it was one of the dumbest and worst desicons I have ever made in my entire life." I said putting my head in my palms. I felt the scars on my palms and quickly fixed my sweater over them. "You okay?" He said swinging a chair around sitting down in it. He crossed his arms over his chest listening. "I'm just really stressed." I said taking a deep breath. "My mom wants to plan a funeral out of the blue for Polly which we decided as a family it's not what we want to do right now, and cheryls asking to rent out another page in the yearbook for Jason and Polly and I now have to shift and change and fit evreything because god forbid if Cheryl doesn't get what she wants it's the end of the world." I groaned as Jughead looked at me. "It's going to be okay, after all this it's a lot right now I know but it will get better and less stressful Betty. I promise." He said. "That's a big promise Jughead." I said quietly looking up at him playing with my pen. My stomach started to churn as I thought about what happend between us at pops. I totally had forgotten, maybe he had to. "Well, I guess your right." He said getting up and waking towords me. "Well maybe we can walk to class, maybe go for a walk after school." He said as I smiled. "That sounds relaxing." I smiled at him and giggled. He smiled back holding out his hand as I grabbed it and stood up. I grabbed my bag and walked out hand in hand with Jughead, feeling his soft hands against my sweater, covering my scars, maybe he wouldn't feel them.

Later when I got home my mom and dad weren't home. They were probably down at the newspaper printing stuff for the article there writing. I ran up to my room and shut my door. I grabbed the knife from under my pillow and put it on my vanity. I sat down and situated myself. I can't do this I thought. I knew it was wrong and sick, but it felt good at the same time, it felt right. I looked away but my gaze was shifted back to the knife. I grabbed the knife as the sun bounced of it was it gleamed. I rolled up my sweaters sleeve and brought the knife to my arm. I slit a few times as the blood ran down my arm making it stained red as I sickenly watched it bleed out being mesmorized. I grabbed the knife with my other hand and made equal marks on my other arm as I saw the blood drip down that one as I put the bloody knife on my vanity and it dropped on the white paint coated wood. I took deep breathes in the mirror feeling the stinging and burning from the cuts as i looked at myself dead in the eye. I had a evil look on my face, like me from my dream, the dark me. Maybe I am addicted. I said to myself as I watched the blood seep slowly from my arms.

I went in the shower and changed into another sweater and wiped up the blood with a tissue and cleaned of the knife with cold water and wiped it dry with my towel and put it under my pillow, where I had stored it last night. I blow dried my hair and put it back in a ponytail as I winced at the sting from my sweater sliding against the slits in my arms. I pulled it right not hairspraying it this time. I sat back down on my bed and layed my head on my pillow putting my hand to my forehead and closing my eyes dm taking a deep long breath. I sat there for a few minutes and then I heard the doorbell ring. I opened my eyes confused. I got up slowly and made my way down stairs and opened the door slightly. I saw Jughead standing there patentenly as I opened the door. "Hey Jug!" I said opening it all the way and smiling. "I was wondering if maybe you would want to take a walk with me?" He said with his hands in his pockets innocently. I smiled. "Ofcourse I would love that." I said walking outside. I shut the door behind me and I grabbed Jugheads hand as we interlocked our fingers.

"My parents aren't home, there probably working on the paper." I said as we walked. I looked at him as he looked at me. "You know what I noticed, you never talk about your parents?" I said squeezing his hand a little. He looked away. "Well I live with my dad. He's the Sherrif." He started taking a long deep breath. "It's not always been that easy for us, especially my dad. He was the head of the serpents before he handed that role to me and then got a job. My dad used to have a abussive dad so when he got older he became a alcoholic, unemployed. My mom got upset at him and left with my little sister Jellybean and went to live with my grandparents in Tolito. But my dad started to work on himself last year and quit the serpents for good and got a good job as the towns sherif and straightened himself out and is no longer a alcoholic." He said smiling at the end. "I'm so sorry Jug about your mom and sister, but I'm glad he's better now that's amazing! I'm so proud of him." I said leaning on his shoulder. "Yeah I am proud of him too." He squeezed my hand as I winced the the scar he accidentally squeezed threw my sweater.

He dropped me off at my house and I kissed him on the cheek. "I'll call you later?" I said smiling at him before I walked in my houses "I'll call you later Cooper." He said smiling as I shut the door behind me. The sun was going down now. Me and Jughead kind of got lost in the conversation. I took of my shoes and relized my parents weren't home yet and walked into the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I called my mom. "Hey mom where are you guys?" I said. "Oh hi honey we won't be able to come home tonight, we are just visiting some family in Greendale, it's about Polly." She replyed as I got annoyed and rolled my eyes. "Okay bye mom." I said as I hung up no waiting for a reply. I was getting hungrey. I am not the best cook in the world so I pulled out a box of Mac and cheese and took out a pot and filled it halfway with water. I let it boil and cooked the pasta and added the butter, milk and cheese packet in to the pasta and mixed it until it was perfectly cheesy just the way I liked as turned of the stove and spooned to pasta into a bowl. I grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer and found a paper. I stopped in my tracks and picked it up. Why the hell was it in here in the first place. I put it to the light and read it. It was a police report on Pollys death. I read closely and it said.
Cause of Death: Sucide
Body found: route 63 Riverdale
Body recovered: Greendale Morge
Body belonged to: Polly Cooper

What the hell? I said out loud. The anger enraged in me as I got so mad. So Polly did for the way I thought. I crinkled the paper and shoved it in my pocket. Once my parents come back, which probably won't be for a while I will have to get the real awnsers from them. I suddenly didn't feel hungrey anymore and shoved the bowl of Mac and cheese in the fridge.