Hello! I hope you are well! This is a short little story I wrote one day during class. I hope you enjoy, please leave a review.
"Veronica?" I peeked my head through her window, expecting to see my girlfriend at her desk working on homework or curled up in her bed with a book. But she was nowhere to be found. "Where are ya', Darling? I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie tonight."
I swung my legs over and stepped into her room. I surveyed her room. I knew she was home, the bed was unmade. She never left her bed unmade. Her bedroom door is opened. Her parents weren't home, I didn't see their car in the driveway.
I stepped out into the hallway and I heard a sob come from the bathroom. The door was mostly closed, but a crack of light showed. I ran up to the door and knocked gently.
"Veronica?! Are you okay?"
She wheezed. "Please don't be mad."
"Now why would I be mad-" I stopped in my tracks after opening the door and seeing her pale and nearly lifeless body huddled in the corner. A knife so clean you could see your fucking reflection in it was discarded near her. Her clothing was soaked with blood. Her eyes were cloudy and scared. Her wrists were slit open.
"Ronnie…" I stammered as I fell to my knees to be beside her.
"I'll be fine. It's almost over." She leaned against my chest.
"Don't you dare say that. I'm calling an ambulance." I stood up and went to get help. She was my world, I couldn't lose her.
"No, don't." She looked at me pleadingly. "I want this."
"Why?! Suicide was for them, Veronica! Not us! We were the zenith of love! A Romeo and Juliet, have you!"
She was fading fast. Too fast. She reached up and touched my cheek, leaving a bloody handprint. "Fuck it all, JD. Blow up all the schools if you want. I honest to God don't care."
"But I loved you more than anything! Didn't we matter?!"
Before she could answer, her head slumped. I leaned back and she slid further, laying on the ground. It was a crime scene here. Her eyes were dead and staring. I gently brushed my hand over her face and closed them, kissing her forehead.
I, Jason Dean, just watched the only good thing in my life shatter to pieces in my arms. I couldn't hear myself screaming her name or sobbing uncontrollably. The sound of her parents' care driving into the garage was mute. The only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat thumping against my chest. Why should I live when she had to die?
Her beautiful bloody body was in my arms and I held her tighter one last time. There never would be another girl I could love as much as her. I just couldn't live without her.
I stood up and went to her bedroom. I took the gun I gave her that she hid in her desk along with a sheet of paper and a pen. My hand formed the messy words with her ballpoint pen with the blue ink.
World,
I, Jason Dean, and Veronica Sawyer, my love, killed Heather Chandler, Ram Sweeny, and Kurt Kelly. The latter two being premeditated on my part. Suicide was an easy mask for our crimes. We couldn't take the terrors of high school a moment longer. So we killed the roots of those troubles. But to no one's surprise, it didn't suffice. So I plotted to wipe out all of the school's existence. Obviously, plans changed. But now, after the death of my dear Ronnie, I cannot live in this world any longer. So for that reason, I say goodbye.
I love you, Ronnie.
Jason Dean
I then took the gun, fired it straight through my heart, and collapsed on top of Veronica.
The moment I touched her body, I jolted awake. I was sweating uncontrollably. I wheezed and searched the room for a clue where I was.
"Veronica?!" I exclaimed. I recognized the blue curtains and an old wooden desk. I was in her room, her bed. I looked over to see her body beside me. She was completely naked and fucking gorgeous. Her hair fell over the pillow and she faced away from me. Memories of earlier flooded back.
It was just a dream. One long, terrible dream. I slowly laid back beside her and wrapped my arms around her. She stirred.
"What time is it?" she groaned as she stretched.
"Too early. Go back to sleep, Darling." I kissed her cheek.
"Mh, okay." She nestled back under the covers, against my chest. I held her tighter.
"I love you. I love you so much."