So this was one of the hardest things Ive ever had to write, having never murdered Idk how I can handle a POV from J.D. but I'll try so hope I do well. Bye

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Bombs.

I mean, with the simplicity of their own way of being created, I just couldn't help myself. Of course, inspiration and guidance from my father led to this. A whole week of petition signing, ganging with the brunette Heather and losing Veronica led to this. That last one hurt more than a sociopath like myself should allow.

But fuck it right? We all die anyway! Who cares how or when?

All I really had to do was walk in and tape the bombs in a smart location. With the ignorance and pure stupidity of both Westerburg's students and teachers, it really wouldn't be that hard to walk into the school, set the bombs in the bathroom, and sneak into the boiler room before the pep assembly. Well a guy's work is never done. Seems the only difficulty is going to be waiting for the pain. The pain he'd felt when he saw Veronica was large but being burned alive and blown to pieces all at once might be even worse, maybe he could ask his mother.

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When seeing Veronica met him at the bottom of the stairs she should've known she couldn't control the manic chaos that was about to erupt in 1:32 apparently. She fell with already a small puddle of blood under her dark curled hair, ever the perfectionist.

As she lay there, breathing but not for too long, J.D. checked on the final bomb before turning back to her.

So beautiful, what a waste.

Laying next to her he pulled her head into his chest and glanced once more at the timer, 0:03. A few more moments and the boiler room would be gone- setting the several packs off upstairs, leaving only the petition stapled to the schools flagpole proof the school ever even existed.

2...

He squeezed her tight.

1...

She opened her eyes.

0...

They both smiled.

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The pain was brief. It was quick and the screams only lasted for a second before people finally gave in and succumbed to their unnatural fates. The police were immediately called, I'm not exactly sure by who but they were, but there was only one survivor, she died of harsh burns a week later.

And heaven wasn't too bad either. There was no color codes or asshole jocks. No croquet and no patte. Just... may I say it, bliss..

Contrary to popular belief, you don't meet all dead relatives at the gate. You kind've move on with your life as if you never actually did die. They all went to prom.

Veronica was always so angry at J.D. from then on, but it was a loving kind've hatred. She knew she couldn't stay away from him.

J.D. didn't feel the pain of loosing the one parent who kept him sane. He didn't feel the moving and the hatred.

I mean all he had to do was look at Veronica.

Parents moved on but never forgot. On top of Westerburg was built Dean highschool, not in his honor but as awareness of school cliques and of course teen bullying along with suicide.

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Hope I did