drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

negative creep

after that day, heather avoided her friends, even though they were only feeling of sanity she had left. it was very sad, actually. she also stayed home to take care of zach. he had been asking where milo had gone, and heather's response was the same every time, "he's gone on a trip. he'll be back soon." "how far is soon, heatha?" "sooner than you think, bubba."

it was hard to not break down every time zach asked, it really was. so, instead of crying then, she waited until zach was asleep, and cried in bed until she fell asleep.

sure, some of the losers club had come to check on her every two days, but not as much as they should've, though. heather had very little money, and always felt guilty when she had to use milo's, even though, he's, you know... dead. ugh, heather hated that word. with all her heart.

as i mentioned before, her friwnds barely checked on her. but today was not that day.

there was banging, very loud banging, on her front door. no one cared that it could break. they just needed to know she was okay. heather ran to the door.

"what the hell?!" she asked, swinging the door open.

"you haven't talked to us recently. for three fucking days, to be exact. what's going on?" eddie spoke in his normal, quick tone.

"nothing... i'm fine."

"that's what you said when you got in that fight with belch."

"i mean this time, okay?!" she nearly yelled.

"c'mon, heather. tell. us. what's. wrong." richie said.

"no."

"why?"

"because i'll cry."

"so?"

"i don't like to cry."

"everyone cries."

"fuck."

soon after, zachary came bouncing in from the bathroom, "what's goin' on, heatha?"

"nothing, bubba. go keep playing with your legos." she responded.

zachary went to go play with his legos.

"now tell us what the hell is going on with you." stanley demanded.

heather hesitated, deciding whether or not to tell her best friends.

"milo... he, uh."

"he, uh, what?"

"well, after i got home yesterday. th-the bath was running," she choked back sobs, " and when i got in there, it was red. like not like fire truck red, it was like a watered down red."

"yeah?"

"and that was happening... because there was blood."

no one breathed. not even richie

"wh-why was there b-blood?" b-b-bill asked.

"because milo... he killed himself." tears fell down her face like niagra falls.

everyone's mouth turned into an "O" shape. you could tell none of them had any idea of what to say. they all were sad. and confused. why?

"i'm so sorry, heather." they all said in different forms, at once.

"it's fine. i'm fine. don't worry about me. all i've been doing is taking care of zach. you guys can leave, if you want."

they all shook their heads vigorously. it looked like they could've gotten a concussion by just shaking their cranium that much.

"why not?"

"because we all love you. and we don't want to leave you."

lol lol lol sorry this is so short. also this?? is?? so?? cliche?? hhh.
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