𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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trigger warning: suicide, bullying, mental abuse, anxiety attacks









THE SOUND OF CHATTER FILLED HEIDI'S EARS AS SHE SAT ALONE AT THE ROUND CAFETERIA TABLE. For the fifth time this week, and the twentieth time this month, her best friend addison had seemingly forgotten about their lunch plans, instead sitting with Jade Vance and Phoebe Carson. her jaw clenched, and eyebrows furrowed. it wasn't fair. seven years of friendship, and this was how addison decided to treat her? She eyed addison from across the cafeteria, watching her from afar. rolling her eyes at what seemed to be every laugh, poking and picking at the fish that was served for lunch. god, she hated fish. fish for lunch seemed fitting for this miserable day. instead of pretending like she was eating, heidi grabbed her phone from her pocket, switching it on, and opening messages.



addie!

hey

are we still meeting for lunch?

read at 12:02

addiee :((

read at 12:25

ADDISON KATE BIRCH

read at 12:33



heidi felt awful for being so mad, because she knew that addison had a difficult time making friends. she should be happy for her best friend, right? her lips pursed, forming a straight line. it wasn't fair. an unfamiliar feeling stabbed in her stomach. rage. heidi sullivan was angry. she couldn't even begin to comprehend how someone who she had known for such a long time could treat her as if she was nothing. as if their friendship was nothing. as if they were never friends to begin with. it wasn't fair.

as she was on her phone, another text notification popped up at the top of the screen. she clicked it open.




mom

heidi natasha sullivan. when you

get home, phone and laptop are on

the counter. big trouble.




uh oh. the full name can never be good. the use of her full name, and the sudden punishment scared heidi. not only was she scared, she was confused. her eyebrows remained furrowed, tilting her head slightly at the text. she stopped, and stared for a couple minutes before responding.




mom

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