A/N: Riverdale one-shot. Will have spoilers. Don't get mad at me if you read without wanting to know what the story line is. My friend suggested that I do this.
Includes: character death, protection, and details of certain events.
Story:
Since July eleventh, I have been watching. Watching and waiting. Waiting for someone to know the truth. Why must everything come undone like a badly written story. Then again, the writing from one of the residents of Riverdale was not that bad and was close to the truth.
I feel as if I am trapped in this place. I do not want to be here to watch Polly be locked up or Cheryl to be blamed and questioned for my death. I watched as Cheryl walked into the parlor in the white dress she had on that day. I watch my mother get handed my jersey. I tried to tell Cheryl the truth of what happened through her dreams but I could not speak to her. She only had flashes of me as a zombie. Nothing of who was the one to kill me.
I had hoped after her speech at my memorial that I, and she, could move on. That was not the case. As he began molding her and shaping her, I knew. I knew I could never move on until I was done protecting her from him. I could not move on until the truth came out and the town moved on from my death.
A/n2: feel free to tell me what kind of fanfic prompts you want written out and for what fandoms.