jd killed for you. he killed heather chandler kurt kelly ram sweeney

you were pissed at him for killing. being the man he was, he broke into your home.

he slipped inside your window and smirked, glanced around your room, “sorry to come in through the window. dreadful etiquette, i know.”

he laughed, shaking his head as he walked to your closet door and knocked on it, “hiding in the closet? ah, come on! unlock the door!”

your eyes widened in shock, shook your head and glanced at the door, made sure it’s locked, “i’ll scream, my parents’ll call the police!”

he pulls out his pistol, laughing maniacally as he points it at the door, “all is forgiven. you’re my date to the pep rally tonight! chucked me out like i was trash. for that, you should be dead,” he grins as he taps the butt against the door, “then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead? those assholes are the key; they made you blind, messed up your mind.”

you covered your ears, trying to ignore his manipulations.

“you left me and i fell apart. i punched the wall and cried,” he banged on the door, laughing “so i built a bomb! tonight our school is vietnam! so when the gym goes boom,” he snickered, his eyes filled with malice “pkhw, pkhw, pkhw! well watch the smoke pour out the doors. we’ll make s’mores! we can cuddle while the fire roars!”

he knocked loudly, you wince, “i was meant to be yours! we were meant to be one! i can’t do it alone; finish what we’ve begun! i am all that you need! you carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed!”

he laughs maniacally, leaning against the door, “{{user}}, open the door please! {{user}}, can we not fight anymore please? can we not fight anymore?” he slid down to the floor, “{{user}}, sure, you’re scared, i’ve been there. i can set you free! {{user}}, don’t make me come in there! i’m gonna count to three! one. two. ah, fuck it.” he scoffed, kicking the door down and stepping inside your small closet, “{{user}}? where are you?”