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Thanks for coming after me (mcnamawyer)

TW for mention of suicide

Based off the west ends cannon and characterization.

Heather McNamaras POV

"Thanks for coming after me," I sigh with a pitiful smile on my face.

I'm so thankful for Veronica. If she wasn't here I wouldn't have made it this far.

She stays with me on the bathroom floor.

"You're welcome," she says quietly and reassuringly.

I lunge forward and wrap my arms around her like my life depends on it. Because it honestly does. I burry my face into her shoulder, and a choked sob escapes my throat as I hug her.

Veronica gently pats my back and hugs me in return. She encourages me to stand up, which I do, still holding on to her. My knees wobble and shake, but she helps hold me up as we both leave the bathroom.

We walk down the hallway, which is almost completely silent, except for the assembly being held in the gym. Our footsteps echo against the tile of the empty hall, and we make our way towards the gym.

"Do you want to go back there?" Veronica asks softly, peaking inside the gym.

I do the same, and it looks like they've all just continued on with the assembly without me. Some other kid is talking and Mrs. Fleming cheers them on. I don't see Heather anywhere. I was really looking forward to this, but now it just leaves a hole in my stomach.

"No, not really," I mumble uneasily, "can we just go home... maybe watch a movie?"

"Of course, of course we can," she assures me gently and rubs my back, "my place or yours?"

"Yours, if we can," I reply As we continue to walk past the gym, and out one of the side doors.

She agrees, and I follow her to her car. I sit in the passenger seat, and she drive us to her house. The ride seems to last hours as we sit in silence. I want to say something, anything, but I don't.

When we get to her place, I take a seat on the couch, and sink into it while Veronica rummages through her bin of films. It sat under the tv stand, along with a few other bins.

I've never been actually inside her house before, only outside. It's certainly a lot smaller than mine, but it's a lot more cozy. It's safer, and welcoming. Everything from the way I sink into the couch, to the warm faint smell of cinnamon in the air helps me relax and put my mind at ease. The neatly framed family pictures of Veronica and her parents seem real sat next to little knickknacks on the mantle of a fire place.

"Did you pick out a movie yet?" I ask impatiently, pulling the blanket on the ottoman and bringing it up to my chest.

"Yeah I've got it. Is 'Secret of NIHM' okay?" She asks getting up, and sitting down next to me on the couch.

"Yeah, haven't seen it, but I've heard its good," I reply, "aren't you going to put it in?"

The tv isn't on, but the tape sits next to it. I'm guessing we're going to watch it later.

"Well, first I just wanted to talk to you," she says softly, "just the two of us. Not in front of the whole school."

I sink into her side and sigh, "well it's a bit late for that. Well with what Mrs. Fleming said, I thought I could trust them. It was supposed to be a safe space."