Don't leave me once more ~ Heather Chandler x fem Reader

Chapter 1

TW warning: eating disorder, swearing

You woke up from the arguments from down stairs. You sigh and went to the bathroom, the bags under your eyes became bigger each day that past. You took a deep breath and turned the shower on. You strip from your pajamas and let the water touch your skin. A shaken breath left your lips. Your parents would never hurt you, but the way they'd hurt each other tore you up inside.

Once you were done showering you put on a sweater and some pants to match. You took the books from your desk and placed them in your bag. You walked downstairs, your father has left and your mother was sipping some wine. You made some breakfast and a little for your mother. "Good morning mother." You said as you kissed your mothers cheeks. "Morning sweetheart." She said with a little smile on her face.

You placed the food in front of her. "I'm sorry darling. I wish situations were different for us." She said as she took a small bite from the food. You nod and took a bite of your own food. Your mother suffered from an eating disorder, but slowly she's recovering. "I'm glad that I have such a loving mother." You said as you hugged the woman.

She hugged you back and kissed the top of your head. "Thank you sweetheart. I'm glad I have such a lovely daughter like you." She said against your hair, lightly stroking it. "Now go to school, I can't have you being late." Your mother said, you nod and placed left overs in the fridge. "Bye mom!" You said as you grabbed your car keys. Your mom smiled at you and waved.

You started your car and drove off to school. You drove to the Seven eleven near school and took some things for lunch and some drinks. You paid and drove to school, you hoped that your mother ate, even a little.

You pulled in a parking spot, got your stuff, got out and locked your car. You walked inside of the building, walking straight to your locker. Luckily you haven't been picked on, well staying in the shadows really paid off. You placed your things in your locker and went to the restroom. You'd mostly go there to come to take a deep breath and to think things over.

You walk over to a stall and sat on the toilet. You sigh and pull your knees to your chest, hot tears stream over your cheeks. You let yourself cry for atleast until first period ended. When the bell rang, you quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. Mostly the bitch brigade called the Heathers would come in around this time. You stood up and walked out of the stall, you quickly got out of the way as Heather Duke barched in and ran into a stall.

You were frozen in place as you were faced with Heather Mcnamara and Heather Chandler. Veronica was with them as well. You were close friends with Chandler until you had some issues to deal with at home and rarely had any time for her. "Well, well, well, Look who we have here?" Chandler smirked, you shrunk under her gaze. "If it isn't (Y/n) (L/n), you've been avoiding us for quite some time huh? I'm impressed." Chandler said, walking circles around you.

You really weren't mentally stable enough to deal with her mockery. You lowered your head and forced your tears back. "You really sunk low huh? I wonder if you still have to raise your mother into an actual adult." Heather said, you bit your lip. She knew how sensitive that topic was, your mother couldn't do anything about it. "Yeah I guess." That was only thing that left your mouth. You raised your head and walked out of the restroom.

You walked to your next class, all the voices from students became a blur. You never listened to them anyway. You sat in a seat and laid your head on your arms on your desk. 'I'm sorry Chandler.' you thought, you promised yourself that once you graduate you'd move away from this town. You were talented in music, you'd play the piano when you were younger. That is one of the may things that Chandler liked about you.

You sang a long with the songs as if you wrote them. Like the world wasn't listening, like no one watched. But you fell into a pit full of issues and Chandler was blinded by popularity and pride. You sigh as the time went by, you weren't even listening. You thought of the times where you didn't have to worry, where Chandler was still in your life. The countless of times when you cried yourself to sleep was worrisome.

The bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you walked out of the room. You walked to your next class. Chandler was also heading that way, you didn't notice that yet. You sat down, resting your head in your hand. Chandler swallowed her pride and sat next to you. You look to your side to see Chandler sit next to you.

You look back down at the assignment that you didn't make. You groan and put your hands through your hair. You were busy taking care of your mother that day. "Miss (L/n), I am very dissapointed. I can't grade your paper." The teacher said, you sigh and accepted fate. "I understand." You said barely above whisper.

Chandler bit her lip, she knew that you weren't on good terms with your classes. The teacher started teaching, you were totally out of it. You could only imagine the lecture of your father. If only he took a little more care of mom, you'd have time for typical teenage stuff. The bell rang once more, you took your bag and rushed out of the classroom.

You had free period, so you went to the music room. It was your only escape from this hell hole you barely called life. You place your stuff on a nearby desk and walked over to the piano. You let your fingers gently brush the dusty keys. "What a beauty." You mumbled to no one in particular. You carefully sat down and let your mind wonder into music. Soon a melody was formed and you played some songs, humming a long.

You sigh and finished playing. You smile softly, knowing that little you would like it. And even Chandler, your cheeks turned pink even thinking about that. By even looking at her could make your worries go away. You sigh and looked at your phone, you open your phone and found a couple of missed calls from your father. You sigh and put your phone away.