Heathers; myg

• Chapter 4 •

"I can't believe she's actually gone." Heather McNamara says while Heather Duke goes through Heather Chandler's locker.

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it." Duke says while she rummages, she sounded almost like she didn't care.

"I guess things happen." I say leaning against a locker next to her.

"Here's her switch watch, you can have it."  Duke says handing me a plastic watch. One side had blue and the other side was pink. It was so cheap.

"Thanks Heather."

"No problem," she says pulling something else out of her locker. Heather's red scrunchie.

"Heather, what are doing that's Heather's scrunchie." McNamara says as Duke puts it in her hair.

"Shut up, Heather." She says almost perfectly the way Chandler did.

"Sorry, Heather."

The bell rings and we head to our classes.

"Oh Y/n, the funeral's going to be Saturday. Don't be late." Duke says while walking off.

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"Okay class, I have memiographed Heather's suicide note and I decided for us to go over it." Our teacher Ms. Flemming says as she hands us the papers she wants us to read.

I look at it and just keep staring, thinking how these words aren't Heather's but mine.

"Now, I will give ypi guys ten minutes to read over it and analyze it."

The whole ten minutes, I don't read. Just keep staring. I didn't need to read it, it was my letter.

"Okay, ten minutes up. Tell me what you guys got out of it."

A kid raises his hand and she picks on him.

"I never knew about her pain, you know, behind that 'perfect' life." He says.

"Good." She says picking on another kid.

"Her life had it roughy patch, and we couldn't even tell."

And another.

"She didn't mean to be a snatch." A kid jokes and the teacher scolds him.

"Y/n. Your awfully quiet. What'd on your mind." She asks and I hesitate to answer.

"Maybe Heather realized she had to give up her power and the only way to do that was.... Death." I say hoping she would fall for it.

"God that's beautiful."

~

I had just got back from spending a day with Yoongi, and then going to Heather's funeral. Its crazy how she became even more popular after her death. There were kids there that hated her guts and now all of a sudden they were best friends.

If only they knew.

I was just getting out of my shower when I got a call from someone.

Who could that be its the middle of the night.

"Hello?" I say picking up the phone.

"Hey, Y/n can you come to the park. I could really use your help." The voice on the other side said. It sounded like McNamara's.

"Heather, what do you mean. Its the middle of the night. What are you even doing out this late." I asked confused.

"Just please come help me out." She says.

"Okay, fine. I'll be there."

~

"Heather?!" I yell out as I wall through the park.