Chapter 16

Vannessa woke up curled on her bed. It was dark and the light for the moon made eery shadows accross the room. She groggily opened her eyes and surveyed the room. She remembered her dream.... She had snuck into Heather's room and killed her....with a crushed pill concoction!?

Vannessa shook her head and laughed. That would never work. She didn't notice her window slide open.

JD sat next to vannessa.

She smiled and took out a previously prepared list of ways heather could kill herself.

"Slit wrists?"

JD thought for a moment.

"Heather Duke is not the type to slit her wrists. It would be too drawn out and painfull."

Vannessa nodded.

"Pill overdose?"

"How the fuck are we supposed to get her to eat a whole bottle of pills?"

Vannessa smiled remembering her dream

"Hanging."

"There's nothing for her to hang from."

Vannessa glanced at JD with a malevilant smile.

"And my personal favorite. Electrocution."

JD smiled slightly.

"How are we supposed to do that? Stick her hand in a socket?"

Vannessa got off the bed to narrate her simple, yet effective plan.

"Heather always takes a Friday bath at 10:30, it is currently 9:58."

She looked at the digital clock on her nightstand.

"She tends to wear an eye mask... So we could sneak in... And drop a toaster or something in the water."

JD got up and put his hands around her.

"It's not exactly a fool proof plan Veronica...."

He kissed her cheek and stroked her forehead, it was always so soft....

"But heather Duke isn't going to go out without a bang."

Vannessa smiled at this sociopathic phsycho, and kissed him.

~

Once again the couple snuck up the stairstakinh care to grab an old toaster from the kitchen and a blow dryer from Heather's vanity.

The bathroom door was closed, buy light flooded through. She gently pushed the door open and found the pretty demon in her bubble bath.

He feet were stretched out in a luxurious pose, her head resting on a floating pillow. Her deep red nails were chipped, revealing the old bit of green she had once wore. Vannessa wouldn't have been suprises if the nail polish had permanently dyed her nails due to the amount if times she wore the same color.

Heather was wearing a green sation eye cover. Her mouth was slightly open. Vannessa looked at JD who was searching the mirror cabinet. Nothing to use.

Vannessa took the blow-dryer and searched for a plug outlet. She found one and thrust the blow dryer in. JD plugged the toaster into the other one and they gave a slight buzz as they came to life.

Heather stirred a little but didn't wake up. The creeped slowly to heathers saftey. She took a step forwards and motioned to JD.

They raised their devices- and threw them into the bath. Vannessa turned away immedietly. She knew it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. She burrowed her face into JDs massive coat as he watched squinting through the Sparks.

Vannessa could see Heather's red shipped nails gripping the. Bathtub as she screamed. Vannessa plugged her ears and smiled.

After she sopped screaming they knew she was dead, a fried fiend. JD took her copy of Moby dick out of his pocket. He placed it in her red chipped nails hand, resting in the side of the bath.

The two murderers silently crept out the backdoor. Chuckling darkly.

They spent the rest of the night hanging around the snappy snack shack, a completely normal relationship.

~

Another funeral. Same sadistic preist.

"Eskimo..."

He shook his head in empathy. He held up a hold copy of heathers book.

"Heather Duke underlined a lot of things in this copy of "Moby Dick," but I believe the word "Eskimo,'' underlined all by itself, is the key to understanding Heather's pain."

JD snickered and nudged vannessa who tried not to laugh.

" On the surface, Heather Duke was the vivacious young lady we all knew her to be... But her soul was in Antarctica!! Freezing with the knowledge of the way fellow teenagers can be cruel, the way that parents can be unresponsive..."

He threw the book down.

"And, as she writes so eloquently in her suicide note, the way that life can suck!"

He stopped in the middle of his rampage to take a deep breath. He stopped and continued calmly.

"...We'll all miss Sherwood's little eskimo. Let's just hope she's rubbing noses with Jesus!'"

Heather McNamara sat across the isle. She wasn't crying, but she wasn't exactly happy either.

She was wearing a yellow scrunchie.... Not a bad sign, at least.

After the funeral vannessa was dropped off by JD at home.

She got off the motorcycle and kissed him, holding on to the coat of his collar.

"Veronica I got something to show you."

" Show me inside."

He parked his bike down the street and walked to the house. Mr and Mrs Sawyer were watching TV.

JD climbed up the ladder into vannessa's room and smiled at his girlfriend he took out the petition that heather Duke had gotten everyone to sign.

"This is my amazing petition...."

Vannessa crossed her legs on the bed and leaned back on her arms.

"Alright... Listen,"

cleared his throat and began.

"We students of Westerburg High will die, today. Our burning bodies will be the ultimate protest to a society that degrades us. Fuck You All!"

"JD glanced nervously at vannessa.

"Now... It's not very subtle, but uh... Neither is blowing up a whole school now is it?"

He smiled and bent down. To her. He grabbed her hands in his with a crazed smile.

"Talk about your suicide pacts, huh? When our school blows up the day after tomorrow, it's gonna be the kind of thing to infect a generation! It'll be a Woodstock for the eighties!"

Vannessa bent down to this phsycho and kissed him hard. He got up and they collapsed together on her spread.... Suddenly the door opened.

"Veronica dinner-"

Veronica's mom stood for a second surveying the scene.

Vannessa lay on her back with her arms around JDs neck with him on top of her, he coat half unbuttoned-

"Well... I-"

She took a breath and smiled painfully.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

She fidgeted uncomfortably and vannessa pushed JD off and wiped her mouth.

"I- Uh... JD was just leaving..."

He grabbed his petition and made way to the window-

"Would you like to use the front door-?"

He smiled uncomfortable and shrunk past Mrs Sawyer in the doorway.

Vannessa re-buttoned her coat and fixed her hair.

Her mom scoffed and walked away calling again-

"Dinner."

Vannessa groaned and walked down to dinner. So much for blowing up your school sex.