I, Elizabeth Cooper, known to my friends as Betty, do hereby write this as my final confession, and suicide note. I have recently been accussed of murdering my beloved. Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, better known to those who loved him as Jughead. I want it known I did not murder Jughead. He was murdered by Brett Weston Wallis, Donna Sweett, Francis Dupont, and two other entitled sociopaths named Joan and Jonathan, I don't know their last names. They drugged me, murdered Jughead, and tried to manipulate me into believing I had committed this murder. Jughead was the love of my life, and they murdered him for sport. I am ashamed to admit that I fell for it at first, I even forced my friends, Veronica Cecilia Lodge and Archibald Andrews, known to most as simply Archie, I threatened them into helping me to hide Jughead's body, forced them at gunpoint. Let it be known they had no choice in this matter. Although I did not murder Jughead, I am proud to say that I did murder Brett, Donna and the other entitled sociopaths. I stalked them one by one, and I shot each of them. I saved Donna for last, I wanted her to know I was coming for her. And now that I have avenged Jughead's murder, and the police are no doubt looking for evidence against me, I am going to join Jughead in death. I will use the same gun I used on them, and blow my brains out. I will miss Archie, Veronica, my mother, and all of my friends. I am sorry that I have caused you all pain, hopefully my death will bring closure. Goodbye, until we meet again.