Chapter Eight

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Hours had gone by and Veronica laid wide awake in bed. She sat up and swung her legs over the side. There was no sound to be heard. Sherwood was fast asleep, as it should be. But somewhere out there Heather Duke or Heather McNamara could be getting stabbed to death. This thought crept back into her mind making her shake her head so it can escape. Sadly, that's not how thoughts work. You can't just shake your head and somehow it will disappear. You have to wait it out and hope, dream and pray that everything will go your way.

She reached over to the phone and slowly dialed Duke's number. "Hello?" Veronica asked in weak voice. No one picked up. No repsponse. She then began to dial McNamara's number but the exact same happened. No one picked up. No response. This may have been because it was three in the morning but it was still frightening that no one answered. She let out a huge sigh and tip-toed over to the desk. She sat down, groaning, and placed the monocle on.

"Dear Diary,

Today could be the day the rest of The Heathers die. My friends might be dead and It'd be my fault. Once again. I've said this before, technically I didn't kill Heather Chandler, Ram and Kurt, (maybe I did) but I still feel guilty. Though I think it's all catching up to me finally. I didn't want this day to come.

I'm such a shitty friend. I'm such a shitty student. I'm such a shitty girlfriend (if you wanna call it that.) I'm such a shitty daughter. I'm such a shitty person."

She slammed the diary shut and flung it across the room. The smack of it hitting the floor echoed down the hall. She banged her head down on the desk in utter fear.

The next day Veronica ran as fast as she could into Westerburg High causing people to stare. "Where's Heather and Heather?" She muttered to herself before spotting a girl in a yellow blazer. "Heather, oh my god! You're alive!"

"Of course I am. Is everything alright?" Heather closed her locker and turned on her heel.

"Yeah yeah, just have you seen Heather?" She asked out of breath.

"No, I haven't seen her since calculus yesterday. Veronica, are you sure everything is alright?"

"Please trust me on this, I want everyone to be safe." She sighed putting a hand on Mac's shoulder.

"So something is wrong. I should've known by the yells when we were on the phone last night. Was it your parents? Was it-"

"Heather, tell me exactly what you heard." Her attitude changed immediately into a more serious one.

"You said something about a psychotic fuck then the rest was muffled but I could tell that those were yells." She rambled on, not making anything of it.

"I need to find Heather." Veronica went wide eyed and darted down the hall. It all happened so fast that she ran right into JD. "I am so sorry-" She cut herself off.

"Why in such a hurry?" He raised a brow, giving his signature look.

"What have you done to Heather?" She spoke with bared teeth and flared nostrils.

"Why do you think I'd hurt a Heather?"

"Last night you threatened to hurt one of them. You said they're messing with my mind when you're the asshole who's doing that. The only person who's messing with my head is you." Veronica squinted her eyes, shaking her head.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into when you met me. You knew what was bound to happen." JD took a step back as Veronica did as well.

"No I didn't, I didn't expect for any of this to happen. I wanted to live a perfect, normal life but somehow that's taken a turn."

"And that's what I've been trying to do! I've been helping you live a wonderful life freed of bitches and assholes!"

"JD," She paused for a moment. "How did your mother die?"

"You really wanna know?" He took a small glance at her as he asked.

"Yeah." She said.

"My dad said it was an accident but she knew what she was getting herself into. She walked into that building two minutes before dad blew it up. She waved to me outside the window then... kaboom." He demonstrated a small explosion with his hands before a moment of silence.

"I-I'm really sorry, I-" She brought a hand up to her mouth.

"It's okay, the pain gives me clarity. You and I are special, we have a lot of work to do."

"What work?" Veronica's voice turned into the weak, even more raspy, voice from last night.

"Making the world a decent place for people who are decent!" JD raised his voice.

"When does it end?" She stepped closer, fast paced.

"When another asshole is dead!" He yelled extending his arms out.

"Ugh!" She pushed him away forcefully. "Y'know, why can't we be normal for once? Why can't we act like teenagers for at least one day? Why can't we be seventeen?"

Jason Dean furrowed his eyebrows before looking down at his feet.

"Isn't that what you want to do? We can pop some jiffy pop and watch a movie." Veronica reached out for his hand even though she was just mad at him. (Who knows anymore.)

"Veronica." His voice cracked, turning away. He took a few steps back.

"How hard is that to do? How hard is it to stop with this nonsense and be normal?" Look, I wanna be with you."

Heather McNamara waited by the lockers for Heather but she never seemed to show up. Maybe tomorrow there'll be another suicide note posted all over the school stating how much life sucks. Maybe another healing session will be called. And maybe Mac won't have to worry every second of the day about Heather judging her or saying some shit about her. That's a plus.

This was my longest chapter, whoop whoop!

So, I've noticed there's a bunch of plots happening. Sorry about that. I'm trying to show every characters', well almost every characters', background stories and feelings. Anyway, hopefully you are enjoying your week.

I should be sleeping,
Your home girl.

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