Two Queens

Off With Her Head

A/N: The penultimate chapter my lovelies! We are now ONE chapter away from the end! Although, to be honest, the last long chapter was the last one I posted three weeks ago. (sorry about that by the way. I kinda got busy between updates) 

That chapter was A LOT... I was going to split it in two, but I wanted the theme to fit so...

Anyway, enough blubbering from me! Enjoy!

Till next time,

D.L.D 

~*O*~ ~*O*~ ~*O*~

~Heather~

Weeks have passed since I last spoke to Courtney. Weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks. At first, I had intended to speak to her at some point. Deep within me, buried low down among my emotions and other more vulnerable parts, a small portion of me wanted to reach out to her. Every time I saw her, every time I heard of her, that portion of me wanted to speak to her. Wanted to truly apologise. She did.

But I held her back.

Friendship has no place in my life. Heather, this Heather, has no true purpose nor room in her life for such arbitrary things. Too used to looking after herself, too used to working alone, Heather doesn't need friends. She doesn't need anyone. That included Courtney. That included Alejandro. Friendships, wanting friendships, would only hold me back and drag me down. In this life, in this path I have chosen, it is best to work alone, to wipe my own bitter tears.

So I haven't spoken to Courtney. I haven't spoken to her ever since I dumped my greasy lunch onto her lap, infuriated at her betrayal. Not that most of me wants to talk to her anyway. It's just that small part, that small, rebellious spark that just won't die down no matter how much I douse it with bitter resolve.

"Why do you look so miserable, Heather?" Lindsay asks, oblivious to the turmoil that tugs at my brain. She is all I have left now - all that is left of my once plentiful squad. 

Everyone else had broken off into their own subdivisions, stating that they wanted nothing to do with my drama. One by one, girl by girl, they all turned their backs on me. Left me. First it was Anne-Maria, head strong and brash; last it was Dakota, reluctant to leave me all alone. Now, only Lindsay remained.

"Isn't it obvious?" I scowl, not attempting to hide my foul mood at all. Even with all the damage control, even with my efforts to clean everything up, all of my work had gone to shit. 

In just a week after Courtney's post, the chinks had began to show in my position. Like all endings, it began with the revolutionaries, the outcasts, all of them calling me out on the truths of the posts. Then came the supporters, the normal, forgettable people, who backed up the revolutionaries. Then my own people turned on me, like the scavengers they were, and pecked apart at my already battered social status.

No-one cared that I was human. No-one cared that my deepest, darkest secrets had been exposed online. No-one cared about me. No-one cared about Heather. And I accepted that again. Slowly, gradually, I built up the walls once more and shut everyone out. That was the only way I knew how to survive it all.

"Not everything is lost," Lindsay sighs, shaking her head. Bright blue eyes softened as they looked at me, a soft frown matching them. "There is still hope."

"What hope?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. Tightly, I fold my arms over my chest, hoping that they will contain the vast tempest of emotions that swirl within me. "Wake up and smell the coffee, Lindsay! Everyone has left me to rot here. Everyone is gone. Everyone has left me. They've all- "