Heathers (parody)

I'm lazy...sorry

hey readers, thanks for reading this far. so...here's the thing. I really want to start working on other projects and honestly can't be bothered writing these particular parts. so here are the two parts I wrote ahead of time, when veronica finds out and the ending. enjoy I guess. thanks and pls comment , like, whatever. I would really value some feedback (or constructive criticism) . 

[to give you some context, basically Veronica finds out that JD murdered Heather and tells Jane]

"JD...killed Heather?" I asked. Veronica nodded. "it...wasn't... an actual suicide?" I ask. she nods again. It was suspicious and obvious. Especially after Kurt and Ram. I should have seen it. "he altered the pills. You never saw inside the bottle, right? there were only two pills, but he swapped them out for a drug made of the same stuff but ten times stronger. He made it seem like an overdose" Veronica explained. it all made sense. Perfect sense,

"how did you find out?" I asked.

"when I went over to get your thing's I was suspicious, so I ransacked his room and found the plans" she explains.

"I need to go" I say.

"where?" she asks.

"JD's. I need to confront him" I say.

"no! what if he does something to you?" she begs, gripping my arm.

"he won't. our love is god after all" I say. I still didn't entirely understand what it meant. But I was starting to get the idea.

I arrived at JD's as quickly as I could. When I nocked, he answered.

"Jane? What's going on?" he asked. I caught my breath, having run the whole way.

"I know, about Heather C" I say. he looks confused for a moment, before realisation crosses over it. he lets me in. I walk through to the lounge room, the radio playing some song about teenagers and 'don't do it'.

"why would you do that?" I ask. the way I said it, made it sound like I was some preacher here to crucify the wrong doer.

"for you" he says.

"what?"

"it was all for you! don't you see?! Heather Chandler made you a slave with no mind. You didn't actually start to care about anything else until she was dead" he suddenly yelled, like it had all been pent up inside. But he was right. why was he so right? why did he have to be right? "Ram and Kurt hurt you. they spread rumours about you and still tried to get in your pants. Killing them fixed the problem" the rumours did die out after their 'suicide'. Everything he said was true. What was wrong with me? why did I agree? Where was my conscience? three people were dead. and ultimately it was my fault. But I didn't really care. I didn't miss them. I didn't feel remorse.

"it's all my fault. I should have cared. I shouldn't have said those things. Why can't I care?!" I cry. I sit on the couch, my head in my hands. JD kneels in front of me and suddenly grabs my wrists.

"this isn't anyone's fault. Our love is God, that's why you don't care. That's why I did those things. I did them. I did them for you. so that you could care. So that you could be happy. I did them!" JD says. he was taking responsibility. He said it like he was proud it was him. that he was the one to kill them. That he was the one to free me. I loved him, but I knew I had to step away for a while. I needed to get away and get my head straight. I needed to decide where I was, whose side I was on.

"JD...I think we need to take a brake" I say. his eyes widened slightly.

"you're not leaving me" he pleaded.