My Crappy Heathers Oneshots (Requests Closed)

JD x Female! Psychotic! Reader pt.3

I've noticed that I've been writing a lot of sequels to my earlier oneshots, huh. An updated version of this series will be up on my tumblr soon too! I'll be making a few adjustments but the general plot will stay the same : )

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I never thought mass-murder would make you feel this anxious. I picked on my manicured nails and occasionally darted my eyes towards the rear-view mirror to make sure no cops were on our tail. The guys in movies make it look so easy and simple, so easy to get away with. But that feeling of cautiousness doesn't go away no matter how hard you try to shake it off. This time wasn't like the time we gave Heather Chandler drain cleaner, or shot Ram and Kurt. We just blew up a school, we were bound to be questioned by the police, and we don't know when we've run out of luck. My heart was racing, it felt like it was about to burst at any second. Were we going to get caught? What would we do if we'd get caught? Am I going to go to jail? I can't go to jail, I'm seventeen! I have a whole life ahead of me. I had a whole life ahead of me.

So many thoughts were going through my head at once I started to feel nauseated, but as time passed, they just died down, it turned into pride. I blew up a school with my boyfriend. We'd be etched into the minds of the citizens of Westerburg for years to come, I was a serial killer. As the murderous thoughts kept coming, I noticed JD's white knuckles on the steering wheels, he was hunched in his seat, hair covering his face.

"Hey, you alright?" I placed my hand on his thigh and gave him a soft smile as he tensed a bit at my touch.

He stared at me wistfully before averting his gaze to the dimly-lit road. "I'm fine." He said while clenching the steering wheel harder. There was something totally wrong about him.

I took my hand off of his lap and slumped against my seat, watching the streetlights. "Do you think we'll get caught?" JD whispered quickly and quietly, like he was telling me a secret.

"JD, don't say that," my eyes flashed toward him, he "we aren't going to get caught."

"For fuck's sake, (Y/N), what if we do?" He shouted, "Goddammit, (Y/N) I don't live in the dream world that you do where getting away with mass murder is easy and comes with no consequences." He stepped on the brakes and got out of the car, we were at the seven-eleven.

My eyes stung as they wandered to the neon sign and followed JD. "Come on, JD. We're too deep into this shit, you can't do anything anyways." I rushed to him just as he stepped into the convenience store. "Alright, fine. This was my fault, ok. I hung out with the Heathers when I shouldn't've, is that what you want? An apology?" I asked while grabbing a few packs of corn nuts off of the low shelf.

"No, (Y/N), what I want is to fucking go back in time so that I wouldn't have gone to this shithole of a town! That's what I want." He angrily punched the slushie machine button, the red liquid pouring into the cup.

"Well, fuck you, JD." I grabbed my corn nuts from the counter and gave my money to the cashier. "I'm going home."

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So many seconds have passed without me having JD by my side, I had him so close to me for so long it felt almost unnatural not to have him here. I picked on the nail polish on my fingers, ripping it off. Oh how I wanted to teach him a lesson, he can't just go soft all of a sudden and leave me. He's gonna pay for this.

I had a whole life ahead of me.

I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing. 'To this cruel and unforgiving planet, I had been held captive for so long to aid in the murders of Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney by Jason Dean. He would use force to get me to mix Heather Chandler's fatal drink, slit Heather Duke's wrists, and shoot Kurt and Ram. And I would oblige like any helpless teenager, the fear of being next had me comply to his each and every order.

And tonight, we had just blew Westerburg High up, I was completely and utterly devastated when we rode in his car as the place I can call a second home burst up in flames. The place where he had taken the lives of so many innocent people who had bright futures ahead of them, I am ashamed to have ever had a hand in this heart-breaking event.

To all the people I had ruined the lives of, I'm sincerely sorry.

With this letter I hope that Jason Dean will be prosecuted accordingly and punished for all his wrongdoings for as long as he walks on the face of Earth. For the torment he's inflicted upon me and all the others.

Goodbye,
(Y/N)'

How ironic is it to go down the same way all of your victims did? Very so. 

It was difficult to conjure up the courage to drink the pills I had for all the sleepless nights I've experienced and a few cans of cheap beer I found in the fridge, I never thought that I'd use this stuff for such sinister purposes. But here I am, fake crying to get my eyeliner smudged and wet with my sleeping pills in hand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed the whole bottle of pills, I'd just got them refilled at the pharmacy so it would for sure kill me with the beer. I laid on the floor clutching the note against my stomach and took a swig of the drink.

Bye, Jd. See you in hell.