Be Normal: A Heathers Fanfiction

Chapter Two

"Heather? Is everything alright?" Veronica ran up to the two Heathers. She placed a hand on Mac's shoulder.

"She's fine." Duke said sharply.

"She's clearly not fine, Heather." She scowled.

"She's only in shock, it'll wear off in a few minutes." Heather Duke crossed her arms, popping her left hip.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." Mac spoke up before leaving.

Heather McNamara stared at herself in the mirror. She looked dead, corpse like. She looked as if she could be Chandler. Dark circles covered her eyes with bags drooping down. Her makeup was smudged and you could tell something was off. You could tell what was going through that mind of hers. Students walked in and out not putting a thought about Heather.

"You heard about the death, didn't you?" A small voice perked up.

"How did you know?" Heather turned around.

"Lucky guess, I guess." Betty Finn came closer, now visible.

"You're a mind reader." She said genuinely but still with interest.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it that-"

"Then what would you?" Heather turned fully around.

"I know some things, I guess." Betty walked over to the sink and pumped some soap into her hand. Mac followed after, standing besides her. "You're a follower."

"What? What is that supposed to mean?" She seemed offended. Okay, maybe Heather didn't fully understand what Betty meant by that. She wasn't the brightest person alive but surely wasn't the dumbest.

"You follow people around. Some people are leaders and some people are followers, you just happen to be a follower." She placed her hands under the water, beginning to wash them.

"Oh. I'm just used to following people around. I followed Heather around, I listened to her every words...Until she died." Heather choked on her words causing her to whisper. Mac still hadn't gotten over the death. I mean, who would? The head of the most powerful clique killed herself. That's pretty hard to get over.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's going to be awhile till you come to terms with what happened. I can tell this hit you hard. I mean, your best friend killed herself. Heather Chandler, the almighty, the queen bee, the god of high school ended her life. I'm not helping, am I?" She asked as Heather shook her head. "Just take all the time you need-" The bell interrupted her. "Look, I need to get to class." Betty was soon gone.

Heather was the only one left in the bathroom. Silence filled the air. She ran the faucet then splashed cool water gently onto her face. She turned the water off and closed her eyes. Mac took in a deep breath, calming down.

"I know you want to join us." Heather Chandler appeared behind her with a hand on her hip. She took a few steps closer towards Mac, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, Heather, we all know you want to come join me, Kurt and Ram."

"No I don't." Her breath quickened. "Go away."

"You're a scaredy cat, aren't you?" Chandler spoke in a mocking tone.

"Am not."

"Why can't you face the facts that you want to join us? I can tell you're urging to be with all of us." She now flared her nostrils.

"Heather, please go away!" And just like that it was all gone, once again. Veronica barged into the restroom seeing Heather McNamara standing there frozen. Mac gasped placing a hand up to her chest. Chandler was finally gone, her daydream had finally ended, everything was finally normal.