Heathers oneshots

I need help- Dukesaw (kinda)

Bulimia trigger warning

Heather dukes POV

"Veronica can you come here a minute?" I ask desperately, standing in the bathroom stall.

"A true friends work is never done," she jokes to Heather and Heather who stand in front of the mirror fixing their hair.

"Gross," the both groan.

Veronica stands across from me in the stall, filing her nails in the meantime.

"Y'know, maybe you should see a doctor," she suggests as I kneel down on the ground.

"Maybe," I say quietly looking into the empty toilet.

I kneel on in front of the toilet, my knees sore from the uncomfortable position. I stare into it for a second before sticking my finger as far into my throat as I can. I almost immediately start gaging, and throw up everything I had eaten at lunch.

Veronica held my hair back, and kneeled beside me while my hands gripped the sides of the bowl.

"Do you have to do that here?" Chandler chimed in as I shakily stood up.

I didn't answer, and rinsed my mouth out before chewing on a stick of gum to get the awful taste out of my mouth.

"Can you forge me an absence note?" I whisper to Veronica as we walk down the hall to the cafeteria, "I'm not feeling good."

It's not the normal kind of sick I usually get. My stomach normally hurts, but now it's my head and chest. Everything is sore. I feel dizzy while we walk and the ground seems to sway beneath me.

"No shit," she says sarcastically, already writing one on the back page of her diary, and tearing off the small page, "you gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, thanks," I mutter quietly and take the note as I head on my way to grab my bag from my locker.

"If you say so."

Veronicas POV

After school is over, I head out to my car followed by Heather and Heather. McNamara gets in the backseat so I can drive her home, and Chandler leaves to get in her own car.

"What's her deal? She never skips unless we all do," Heather says, "even after her whole throwing up thing, she's normally fine."

"Well you know it's still not good for her. Her body can only take so much of it," I tell her, "I wish she would just go see a doctor."

"Yeah she probably should."

I drop Heather off at her house, and head over to Heather Duke's. Usually, I wouldn't have time to check in on her. She can normally handle things on her own, but today, something felt off. Along with the fact that she never skips unless we all do, she looked just as fatigued as she said she was.

And we had a sleepover planned anyways, so there's no harm in just showing up a bit early.

When I get to her house, I lift up the cushion of the porch swing, grab the key, and head inside. The house is empty, and quiet as I walk through.

"Heather? Are you home?" I call out while searching for her through the seemingly empty house.

I peer into her bedroom, and scan over old, empty pill bottles on the desk, which, along with everything else, are neatly lined up.