Chapter 8

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Warning: This chapter contains a topic of suicide so if you are really sensitive to this sort of stuff i would advise you to not read the end off this chapter.

When he got to the police station and was searched to make sure he wouldn't help his father escape he saw his father, head in hands,"Hey dad you ok? Jughead asked
"No its you." His father answered as he glared at Jughead "What, what me why?" Questioned Jughead "You framed me Jug, you put the gun in my closet!" Yelled FP
"What! How could I, me and you was having a meal at the Cooper's!"Shouted Juggie things were really getting heated. "You put it there before we left!" Remarked FP things were getting tense between the two. "But why would i frame you though im your son!?" Jughead implied his face was turning bright red and his eyes started to sting and water." Probably because you didn't trust me even though i said im no killer." Shouted Jugg's father
"I do trust you or at least i did." Jughead said sternly as his dad did was stared blankly at the wall trying to think of what else to say"You know what im done!" Jughead screamed. And before FP could even reply Jughead exited the police station. It was snowing heavily all that day it fit his mood perfectly, stormy. He heard a voice in his head the same voice in his dream and it was saying the same thing over and over again, you belong here.

WARNING: Do not read past this if sensitive to suicide.
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Jughead was following the voices commands he went over toFred's building site he got a rope from the supply shed and sent a final message to Betty and tell her what he was doing and where. Part of him wanted Betty to save him from this supposed spell he was under. He tied the rope around a scaffold and stood on a cinder block before he faced his demise. He was there for a minute saying his last goodbyes just before he...

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