I took his hand as we sat down for the picnic. I brushed my hand against his. Him fiddling with my hair. Twirling it up and down.
I felt a feeling inside me burst. I dont know why i felt like choking someone.
A dog walled by us. Suddenly barking at me like crazy. It was so cute i just wanted to squeeze the life out of it. I hissed at it.
Jughead staring at me strangely.
He brushed his hand against my forehead.
"Wow your heating up."
"Dont touch me!"
"Why whats wrong?"
I was suddenly mad at him. Something burning up inside of me that made me want to go mad. I was thinking like a psychopath. Something about his face just made me mad and upset. He placed his hand on my cheek. Me slapping his hands off me.
"Don't touch me!" I screamed. My hand twitching. I got up. And so did he.
"Betty whats wrong?!" He grabbed my wrist. I turned around. Darkness in my eyes. My hands lunged at his throat. He fell down to the ground. I got on top of him as he struggled. Him twisting and turning. And yet still my hands were on his throat. As he fell down. His hands falling to the ground. He fell unconscious. I looked at my hands and then myself.
"What have done!" I got up and grabbed my bag and ran. Leaving him there, me running out of the park. I took one look back. He's really dead.
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✓Riverdale imagines (crazy version)
FanfictionMy crazy Riverdale fantasies using my wacky imagination filled with funny short Riverdale stories if things went differently. I accept request. (not likely I'll get one tho.)
