I Am Damaged

Lifeboat

Suicide is a private thing.

'Veronica!' Heather shouts, running towards me. She's still wearing yellow? I thought the whole colours thing was finished, red scrunchie burnt, all that.
'Oh, hey, Heather. How's things?'
'Great! Why have you been sitting in your car the last two hours?' And I also thought I wasn't being watched anymore. Another thing I was wrong about.
'Oh, did you see?'
Obviously she saw, you idiot. You've been there for ages, smoking all my cigarettes.
I wish J.D would leave me alone more often.
'Yeah, we did. Heather and Miss Fleming have been waiting for you for ages.'
She drags me out of the car and we begin walking up the familiar red and black steps.
Oh look, that's where I said ny farewells.
Back to reality.
'Wait, Heathers here?'
'Yeah, duh.'
Everyone's favourite Heather, the bitchy bulimic with a thirst for power.
'Shut up, J.D!'  I shouldn't have said that out loud. Oh god.
'Veronica, what are you talking about?' She's stopped walking and turned to face me. 'J.D's gone, honey. He's been dead five years.'
'So has Heather, yet we're all here for her now.'
'You know that it's different, Ronnie.' She's starting to walk again, So I have to follow her. 'Heather meant a lot to all of us.' Apparently J.D meant nothing to anybody, then.
'Can we just leave it? I didn't say anything.'
'Fine.' We walk through the doors and all the disgusting memories flood back in.
'Finally, you stopped wasting all your time and decided to turn up.' I still hate that bitch. She let too much shit get to her head and blow it up like some beachball. I'd love to stick a needle in there someday.
Now that's my girl.
He still won't leaving me alone. It's been so long that I guess I've grown accustomed to it.
'Sorry.' I hate this. I never wanted to set foot in this building  again after graduation.  'What were you saying about Heather?'
You're in for it now.