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It's been 3 months since JD tried to blow up a school. I also managed to stop him from blowing up himself but I broke up with him after that. He's dangerous.

It doesn't stop me from missing him though. I miss his smile, the genuine one not the crazy one. And his laugh, the way he smells like cheap cologne and cigarettes. I hate to say it but I miss Jason Dean. The boy who tried to kill me and a whole school, while killing the three most popular people of course.

I told my parents that I was being bullied to trick them into moving us 3 states over. Yeah I missed Heather Mac. And Martha but I had to get away from JD. No matter how much I missed him. I told them not to take it to the school because they wouldn't help, and then we moved.

No matter how much I want him back I just can't have him. He's fucking psychotic, I can't deal with that non matter how much I love him.

But still I just wish-
Crash

"Sorry for breaking your window, dreadful etiquette I know."

"Get out of my house."

"Don't be so harsh Ronnie, I went through all this work to find you."

How did this dickhead find me.

"How the fuck did you find me"

I started stepping backwards, mentally planning an escape and figuring out what I could use as a weapon.

"Your parents didn't know what they had to hide from, so they left careless tracks. I know you're scared right now, but your blind. You love me but you just can't accept it."

"No no MOM DAD!"

And that's when he hit me over the head.

JD
I didn't mean to hurt her, I just cant have her screaming. I feel bad for hitting her over the head again. As I started looking over her face to check for any external injuries that I could've caused, I saw the scar on her forehead, from the Westerbug almost bombing. I had bashed her head into a concrete wall then, I felt bad afterwards but when there's a lot of things happening in your head your judgment can get screwed.

I don't think her parents heard her yell.

I quickly got off the floor and grabbed her blue school backpack and started to fill it with things that were probably important to her. I grabbed her diary and favorite pen, some clothes, a pair of black converse, her blue scrunchie, and a jacket. I then went to her bathroom and found an old toiletry travel bag and filled it with more important things and stuffed that into her bag. I slung her bag over my shoulder and then thought of an idea...

Dear mom and dad,
This world has become too much for me. Moving was a horrible idea, I miss my friends and Jason. I haven't been happy since junior year. I'm going to the ocean, don't look for me, it will be too late. I'm sorry, I love you.
-Veronica

I planted it on her bed and then picked up Veronica carefully and managed to get us both out the window and to my car.

Shame her parents didn't listen when I told them she was suicidal.