Heathers; myg

Chapter 6 [End]

Dear dairy,
My angsty high school bullshit now has a body count. I don't even know if were going to prom or hell.

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"Y/n, Heather is here!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

"I'll be down in a second."

I put my diary on my desk, like always and headed downstairs. It was probably Duke coming to bitch at me like always.

"Y/n, we missed you at school today." Heather said as I walked down the steps and over to her.

"Yeah, I just wasn't feeling well." I say shaking my head to her.

Okay so that was half a lie and half a true. I wasn't sick as in a cold or fever. I was sick as in, I can't believe I've committed murder and my psychotic boyfriend wanted more. That is what made me sick.

"Anyways, did you hear about Martha Dumptruck?" She asks.

"No."

She let's out a small laugh." She jumped off the Ol' Miller Bridge last night with a suicide note. " she says with a grim smile placed on her face.

My eyes widen at the information. Its my fault, I've made all these deaths look like suicides and now its becoming a fad. "Oh my God! Is she okay?" I ask.

"She's fine just another geek trying to imitating the popular kids, and failing miserably." She says and that's when I had it. I hated the way every one treated Martha, she was a human just like them. Out of anger I brought my hand up and sent it straightened across her face.

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"Look, I said I'm sorry." I said as I handed Heather Duke the ice pack.

"What ever just turn on 'Hot Confessions', and maybe I'll forgive you." She says as she stands against my wall and I sit on my bed. I roll my eyes at her and turn on the radio next to it.

"Its midnight so it's time for some 'Hot Confessions'. The an on the radio says as Heather Duke sits next to me in my bed. "Who's the first caller?"

"Hi, it's Heather,"

Wait, Heather McNamara.

"Wait not Heather uhh... Madonna, not Madonna."

"I need a name, hun." The man said.

"Its Tweety and uhm.... I've been thinking about suicide."

My God, again it's my fault that suicide is becoming a fad.

"I think Got has cursed me. The last guy I had sex with killed himself, I'm failing math, and I didn't even make head cheerleader."

"It can't be that bad." The host said.

"Not only that every morning, my stomach starts to twist and I want to throw up and I think to myself,' Jesus, I'm on the bus again cause all my friends are dead."'

I turn off the radio and look at Duke! Her face was red as she tried not laugh. I roll my eyes at her.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but really? That was pathetic." She says laughing.

"Don't you have a home or something." I say wanting her out of my room.

"Yeah yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

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I knew I shouldn't have talked on that radio show last night. It was a stupid decision and I'm probably not even going to go through with it.  Maybe.