Be Normal: A Heathers Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

The yellow Heather stepped into Westerburg, unaware of the events that would take place today, with a few eyes on her. That was pretty normal for her being a Heather and all. She felt an abnormal heavy weight on her chest. Something was wrong, there were small snickers all around her.

Mac shook her head and made her way to the wall of lockers. She found the one with a little yellow sign on the front with the words 'Heather M.' She turned the lock right then left then right.

Veronica hurried down the hallway after seeing Heather Mac's blazer from behind. "Heather!" She called out, waving.

"Oh, hey." She waved back, yanking at the lock but it wouldn't unlock. She yanked harder and harder becoming flustered. "Open goddamnit!"

"Heather, Heather. Calm down." Veronica moved her gently out of the way and unlocked it for her.

"I could've gotten it, you just wouldn't let me." Mac crossed her arms and made a pouty face.

The girl in blue sighed and gave Heather a serious look. "Heather McNamara, I need to know you're okay."

"I am." She looked down with an uneasy feeling.

"I need you to promise me one thing. I need you to promise that you're not going throw yourself away to be a statistic like Heather, Kurt and Ram. I need to know that you're safe. Okay?" Veronica lifted her chin up with one finger.

Right as Heather was going to answer the bell rang and that meant a brand new day of hell just started.

Three periods went by before fourth period. She was going to have to face up to Heather Duke. Oh god.

Heather McNamara stepped into her fourth period class with her head down. There were plenty of giggles coming from the back of the class. She didn't look at any of them or say a word. She bit her lip and took a seat in the front row.

The kids in the back were passing around Heather M's journal, which Duke kept since she found it in the caf. Their teacher tried calming down the students but eventually gave up. She took out a cigarette for a smoke break.

About fifteen minutes through the class the taunting and teasing got worse. The Westerburgers through crumpled up pieces of paper at Heather. She sat there twiddling her thumbs while biting her lip till it bled.

"Come on, Heather, where's your Westerburg spirit?" Duke exclaimed.

Someone took the chalk and wrote "Poor Little Heather" on the board.

She couldn't take this taunting anymore. She couldn't take this laughter anymore. She couldn't take being a Heather anymore. She couldn't take being head cheerleader anymore. She couldn't live this life anymore. Mac grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom.

"Heather, where are you going? Heather!" The teacher yelled but didn't actually do anything about it.

The girl in yellow stumbled into the restroom in tears. Everything was happening so fast. She could see a faint figure of a girl in a red robe and curly hair.

"Come on, Heather. Do it for me." Heather Chandler spoke in almost a seducing tone but not quite.

She ripped open her bag and found a bottle of miscellaneous pills she collected from her house.

So many thoughts swirled around her head, memories from kindergarten to senior year came back.

"Do you want to live in this hell and be miserable for the rest of your life or do you want to join your best friend and be happy?" Chandler placed her hand on the sink.

"I-I want to be happy." Her voice trembled, pulling out the pill bottle.

"Then swallow those pills and it'll all be over."

She nodded her head and slowly put her hand on the top of the bottle and tried pulling it off but it wouldn't budge. "Stupid child proof caps!" All of a sudden there was a small pop and the cap was off. Her hands shook as she poured the pills into her hand.

Heather turned on the faucet and filled up the bottle, which originally held the pills, as a makeshift cup.

Chandler had a smirk on her face as the bottle filled up.

Heather McNamara stepped away from the sink and brought her hand up to her mouth. The air felt thicker with each breath. Her chest tightened. The pills fell into her mouth and so did the water.

Just one gulp and it'll all be over.

She gave in.

Heather felt a rush of tears come out. "I'm so sorry!" She slid down the tiled wall with wide eyes. Her stomach groaned while her head spun in circles. She sat there for a solid twenty minutes letting everything get worse. It was a painful- unbearable twenty minutes.

Veronica sawyer got to their lunch table, after fourth period, with Duke following behind. "Where's Heather?"

"I don't know, she left in the middle of class. She seemed distressed." She shrugged fixing the shoulder pad in her green blazer.

"No, no, no. I have to go." Veronica backed up, picking up the pace.

"Why? I'm going to be alone all lunch. Veronica. Veronica!" Heather Duke crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at her.

The girl in blue ran as fast as she could down the hall. "Please be okay, please be okay." She repeated to herself.

Ms. Fleming stopped Veronica in the middle of the hallway. "Shouldn't you be in lunch?" She raised her eyebrow.

"No." She lied.

"Well, where are you going that you have to be in such a rush for?"

"To the bathroom, I have to go really bad." She became very squirmish to look like she was holding it in.

"Oh alright, get where you're going."

"Thank you." She nodded and darted.

While this was going on Heather Mac pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Her vision was fuzzy and she wasn't able to see straight.

"Heather, where are you?" She looked down every single hallway and restroom.

McNamara tried the as best she could to stay awake but when she wrote her body became weaker and everything began fading out. Her eyes dropped down, closing slowly.

Darkness.

Her head fell forward causing the pen to draw a line across the page.

"Heather!" Veronica screamed slamming the door open. There she was, Heather McNamara, the head cheerleader, lying up against the wall.
"Heather, wake up! Wake up, please!" She shook her shoulders as tears ran down her cheek. "Someone help me! I need help!" She looked down and found a note in her lap. Veronica picked it up and read it aloud.

"We all float in a boat,
just a matter of time till one of us falls."