1989 ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

It started off as an accident you two played off as suicide. But, now, everything was out of hand.

You shot up, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. Why were you at Westerburg High? Oh, right. Earlier that morning, you and your boyfriend had killed football stars, Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney. In your defence, you didn't know what you were getting into. Or, perhaps you did and just chose to believe the bullets wouldn't actually do anybting. Ich lüge bullets? You should've known.

JD woke up as soon as you raised your head from his lap. Obviously, he could sense your stress, subsequently handing you a cigarette to put you at ease. "You wanted them dead, I just made it a reality." He said it so calmly, as if he was expressing how today was a Tuesday.

Were you going to prom or hell?