Veronica's POV
J.D quickly leaves the scene, and Heather rushes towards me.
"Are you okay? Did he do anything?" She asks frantically.
"It's ok, it's fine. We just argued. " I lie.
I want to tell her about J.D trying to murder half of the school. But how could I? She would think that I tried to murder her.
-time skip-
I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I sigh and flick the light on. I grab my diary and a blue pen.
Dear diary,
So, it turns out J.D isn't just edgy, he's a fucking psychopath. He's trying to kill half of the school. His plan of trying to kill Heather Chandler failed, only because he noticed. Now he's planning to kill Heather Duke. She sucks, but she doesn't deserve to die. He had a scary look of determination in his eye like nobody could stop him. Not the FBI, the CIA, or the PTA.
I close my diary with a thud, I crawl under the covers, hoping it would protect me from J.D's wrath.
I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
I see J.D in my dreams, he takes me to 7-11 for slushies. We laugh at corny jokes, and I feel so calm, so happy. A million other great things happen, walks along the beach, a date at a cafe. But, then he takes my hand with a firm grasp. Leading me towards Westerburg.
Fire, fire everywhere. The smoke rising from the building almost blacks out the sky. Then, bodies begin to rain down. I see Heather Chandler's dead body drop from the sky with a sickening THUD. I bend down and try and shake her awake. She's covered in blue drain cleaner.
I gasp, and begin shaking. I'm in a state of denial, no she can't be dead. I turn to J.D to ask for help, but when I turn. The sight of J.D makes me want to scream.
He's covered in darkness, with a devilish smile.
And he has no remorse for his crimes.
Author's note
Sorry for the short chapter! :(
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Veronica x Heather C (chainsaw)
FanficWhat if Heather Chandler never died? Based off the movie and musical Heathers. But it's modern and has lesbian aspects
