Heathers Requests/One Shots

God Has Cursed Me

Credit to CarstairsFrostBarnes for the art! This is the second part of @TheLilithiumEscapes request. TW//Suicide

 No. No. Anyone but Heather. She had told me that she was getting better. Had she been lying? No, Heather wouldn't have lied to me.

She hadn't even mentioned me. In her note, she hadn't mentioned me. Her note hadn't even sounded like her. It sounded like a blank husk of the Heather I knew.

The Heather that would stay up talking to me when I had a nightmare. The Heather that always got the best birthday gifts. The Heather that didn't know how to be popular and be nice, so she didn't.

But she was dead. That was Heather in the coffin. Heather with the light blue tongue, Heather in the silk dressing gown, Heather who was dead.

You know how books say that people looked like they were just sleeping when they were dead? It was horribly true. I was waiting for Heather to leap out, to say this was a joke, to say sorry, to hold me.

Heather was the night to my day. The storm to my sunny. The black to my white. Heather was my everything. But now, she was gone.

Something was gone. Everything was flying past me, spiraling out of my control. I was falling without a parachute, watching as everything got better for everyone but me.

Heather got what she wanted, the power, the red scrunchie. Veronica didn't even care, she was hanging out with that psycho, J.D. And Heather... Heather was dead. She had killed herself.

My other half was gone. Why was I still here if Heather was gone? These pills, I could finally see her again. Besides, everyone didn't want me here. Heather had made that very clear.

"Stupid child proof caps," I muttered, eventually just whacking the bottle on the sink, watching some of the white pills scatter across the floor. They were almost as white as Heather had been, lying still in that coffin. I wonder if they would bury me next to her. If I could be with her forever.

I choked them down, 6, 7, 8, how many did it take? My stomach rolled, my brain fogged. I heard Veronica yelling, more like echoes. Everything was fogging more and more, my thoughts twisting.

What was real? Was anything? Veronica's cries finally faded, becoming background noise. Dark brown eyes became light blue, right in front of mine.

"Hi love," I sobbed. There was still light blue on her tongue and chin. I could feel cuts on my hand from the bottle. Heather was crying too. I had only seen her cry once, when I found her staring at a pill bottle a couple months ago.

Sobbing on the bathroom floor, we had made a small pact that we wouldn't leave, that we would be together no matter what. Now, we were. We were together. Popularity and murderers didn't matter. it was us. And it would only be us.

(482 words)

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