I Am Damaged

Ich lüge

If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.

My eyes meet with the blonde girl who I'd encountered earlier, as she walks through the door. Why is she here? This isn't about Kurt. Why does nobody want to let go of this whole thing?
Hypocrite of the century.
I shouldn't have even come here, I could have made up some fake arrangement instead of being in my least favourite place wanting to shoot myself in the head.
'I believe we met earlier?' Alice addresses me, trying to look cheerful.(It's clear she wants to punch me.).
'Anyways,' Miss Fleming clears her throat. 'We found this.' She hold up a neatly folded note, tied up with red ribbon.
'Dear Future self,
I hope you're happy. Of course you're happier than ever right now, but I hope that you're even more so.' She reads, as if Heather is here right now.
'How is this proof?' I ask, trying not to sound suspicious.
It's not working.
'She says this:
I hope you're not dead. You better not be one of those lame fucks who kills themselves or something. I know you still want a family, have you got one now?' So she was clearly opposed to suicide.' I feel my stomach turn. She wanted a life and I went and ended it.
'When did she write this, though? What if she changed her mind?' Heather D looks up,
'The day before her supposed suicide. So unless she had a sudden change of heart, I doubt she really killed herself.'
Shit. I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm going to throw up everywhere. I have to get away. Everything seems to be spinning and my breathing's gone all over the place. I run out of the doors, down the stairs, on the concrete until I reach that place.
'What is this shit, Veronica?' He says, looking at me in the eye.
'I don't know how to hold this up anymore, J.D. They're all getting susipicious and I don't have an alibi for when any of their deaths happened.'
'Say you were with me, that's not a lie.'
'Great lot of good that'll do.' This is exasperating. 'You're dead! Theres no way I can prove this, because you're not here to defend that, are you?'
'If I'm not here how come we seem to be talking now?' I don't understand any of this. At all.
'I don't fucking know, Jason!'

'Wow, you're such a psycho, Veronica.' I look up to the red and black steps. There's Heather Duke, laughing in that horrible bitchy way that somehow seemed to say that she's far above you.
'What are you talking about?' Please can I just leave. Go back in time and never accept Heather's offer to join them back then.
'You're shouting at yourself. Normal people do that, don't they?' She's now standing in front of me, right up in my face.
'I know what you and J.D did. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave right now, unless you want people to know your secret.'