It Takes A Killer {JD x Reader}

(An / disclaimer
So this chapters kinda gonna just be about your character. Just so you can understand her more. Get a good feel for her more. Also be warned. This isn't your ordinary story. But if you are as far into the Heather's fandom as I am. you've learned already that its all a big mess😂😂 so please enojy! And always leave feedback!)

Dear Diary,

I never understood how people could be so cruel.
How they could say such mean things and give no thought to the impact of their words.

But I adapted to it all.
After bouncing from school to school,
You get used to the whispers.
The name calling.
The rumors...
Your basic everyday bitches trying to make themselves feel better by bringing you down.

Funny thing is,
They cant bring me any lower then I already am.

I would be fooling myself if I believed this school would be any different.
Sophmore year. that's all.
I had to get through one more year until my mom agreed to homeschool me.

It took four years.
Four years worth of brusies.
Four years worth of missed school lunches.
Four years worth of therapy.
Four years worth of depression pills.
And four years worth of scars....

But she finally agreed,
And I was more then happy to get this year over with.
She never really understood why they bullied me so.
But I guess any mother is immune to seeing their childrens flaws.

I wasn't the skinniest girl, but I was far from fat.
But Just because my thighs hung off the seat probably just about an inch  in sixth grade,
(Thanks to the brilliant Bobby Liaison) they started to call me 'lard ass'

But this never seemed to fail.
Every school I went to,
They had a field day with this one.
They loved to make fun of my stutter.
Some smart asses even found it hilarious to mock it.
Over the years it improved though.
I didn't stutter quit as much when I spoke.
But it was still enough for the assholes to notice.

Then when I felt thinhs couldn't get worse,
One day in seventh grade I was playing vollyball in gym,
And when the ball hit my upper arm (hitting my scars)
My sleeve rolled up slightly.
Everyone saw my scars.
And everyone ran their mouth.
So now,
I have them another thing to torment me about.

Still.
I couldn't go into this new school expecting all bad.
But I couldn't get my hopes up either.
It was another new school, (y/n).
Another new year.
Lets burn the place down.

~Another Loser

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