Adopted By Heathers

Chapter 21: Badly Damaged

Chapter 21: Badly Damaged

Willow's POV (she's not dead don't worry)

"Willow?" I open my eyes and immediately cringe away. It's Harper. In the exact outfit, he wore to prom. I look up and gasp. There, on his forehead, is a bullet mark, with silver blood marks around it. It worked. I'm in heaven. "Am I dead?" I ask. Harper bites his lip. "Um, I'm not sure. I thought you were dead, cause I saw your suicide attempt, but now doctors are saying you've still got a tiny chance." As he says that, my surroundings warp, and the ground shakes. For a second, I'm in a hospital bed. I can see dimly, even though I can tell my eyes are shut. Jess is there, sobbing in a corner. But then 2 seconds later, I'm back in.... Heaven? Is this what this place is? I shakily try to stand up, and see someone I recognize, but not in a good way. "Kenzie? Why are you here?" Kenzie rolls her eyes and says, "I died, dumbass. Why else would I be here? Died in prison, genius." "And you're not supposed to be here, genius. Bribe someone again?" Avery retorts. Kenzie scoffs, and says with her arms crossed, "It's fin-" But I get cut off with another minute in reality. Jess is in a chair beside me, being comforted by Barrett and Alice, who also have endless amounts of tears pouring onto their faces. I try to say something, anything before I'm taken away from them again. All I can manage is a weak, "Mama," Jess perks up immediately, and reaches out, and says with a weak sob, "Willa! I'm here. Mama's here. Please don't be dead. I.... I don't know what I could do without you. I need and want you so much in my life. We've already almost lost you once. I don't want to lose you forever." This cycle happens over and over, heaven than earth. I can tell by the clock on the hospital wall, and the fact that everyone on earth is wearing different clothes, that about a day passes on earth while I'm dead. I've been dead for about a month when something changes. I start to stay longer on earth, and less time in heaven. My surroundings on earth start to get a bit clearer, while my surroundings in heaven get foggier, muddier. One day I see the remaining survivors of the shoot-out. Khloe and Kennedy, holding hands, Oliver standing there, unsure what to say or do, and Sophie, clutching an IV, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How long has she been like this?" Sophie murmurs through her tears. Are my eyes open, unblinking, just staring at the ceiling, I wonder? I don't know. "She's been like this since she entered this hellhole." Ryan says, grief making his voice sharp. I can tell the whole cast hasn't slept properly for a while. "This is all my fault," Jess says, through her tears. "The doctors say she has a better chance now," Elle says. "Yeah, like by 2 percent," Alice says. "That 2% could be help," Evan says, though he looks extremely doubtful. Sophie walks up and lays her hand in mine. "Um Sophie, Jessica wanted to ask you something. Are you and Willow dating?"

I hear Sophie explain everything.

"And.... yeah, I guess. I just wish I could talk to her again." Sophie finishes, her face a mask of tears once again.

Then, I open my eyes.

I've survived.

Again.