To Die For // Part Two

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not me listening to my sad playlist to get myself in savanna's shoes for this one lol enjoy

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not me listening to my sad playlist to get myself in savanna's shoes for this one lol enjoy

tw // dark themes pls be careful

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I didn't go to school for a week. I barely left my apartment, in fact. I needed peace, and I sure as shit wasn't finding any around here and it was driving me insane. I just wanted answers, I wanted justice for what happened, but instead, I was told to leave.

There had been so many attempts on everyone's behalf (mainly Felicity and Veronica) to get me out of bed, but it wasn't happening. I wasn't going anywhere, especially school where everyone was questioning the validity and truth of his death, which made me more uneasy. Donna's comment had sparked more conversation than expected, and it was causing me more pain than I wanted.

"How have you been doing, Savanna? Obviously, this has hit you harder than most."

Mrs. Cooper finally got the interview she wanted, and it was in my kitchen between the two of us. I had been so against talking to her, especially with how Betty had been acting, but I wanted to know more about what was happening that I wasn't hearing.

"Uh, I've been...okay I guess. It's weird. It's almost like I'm stuck in a sleep that keeps going and I'm not waking up. Just... kinda living without living."

Alice gave me a thumbs up, which I'm guessing means I was giving her good content. Lovely. "And how about Betty and Archie kissing? How has Veronica handled that?"

"I'm sorry, what?" I blurted in surprise as I met her eyes behind the camera. "They kissed? I hope she kicked both of their asses then because it's what they deserve. It suddenly feels like the whole world is imploding in the midst of this." I couldn't care less that Betty was her child because clearly Mrs. Cooper anticipated my response and wasn't surprised.

"Have your friends been supportive through this whole thing?"

I sighed and looked away from the camera for a moment to ponder my thoughts. "I... Yes, they have. It's just all very overwhelming and confusing. I know they're trying their best to get me back on my feet but it's hard to find the motivation for that."

"How does the rumor of Jughead still being alive make you feel?"

"Um..." I cleared my throat before taking a long sip of my water to buy myself some time. I wasn't expecting this to come up so abruptly. "It's really hard, actually. I just want some peace out of this whole thing, and I feel like ideas like this, and the way some people have been acting is keeping me from achieving that. I really miss him," I admitted quietly. "I thought I was going to be able to handle this better but to be honest, Alice, I don't know if I can."

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The atmosphere at Pop's was somewhat calming as I listened to the chaos of the morning customers. I had thankfully avoided all contact with any of my family members and the only people who I had spoken to were Felicity, Toni, and Cheryl. Everyone else had sent messages, maybe even stopped by, but I didn't have the energy to respond or acknowledge it.

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