Heather McNamara was a simple girl. She didn't need much in life to be happy, she wore the same color everyday—yellow—and she had plenty of friends. It was truly a common sight to spot Mac, in the cafeteria, laughing with her three greatest friends—Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, and Veronica Sawyer.
But there was always something different about Veronica. Mac was intoxicated by Veronica's wit and cleverness, her knowledge of the most random things. She hadn't really given her feelings much thought—that was until Veronica started dating Jason Dean, whom all three Heathers despised. Especially Mac.
Mac, in all terms of honesty, was in love with Veronica. Only, she didn't know it. She thought her feelings were natural, in a sense, that perhaps best friends were a little more affectionate than regular friends. Boy, she was wrong.
It wasn't just Veronica's brains that had hooked her. It was everything about her. The way she chewed on the end of her pen when she was thinking. The way her hair cascaded and framed her face—nearly perfectly. The way her nose turned up when Chandler would mention something related to the football boys.
There was something incredibly odd about their friendship, too. They were always touching each other—innocently, mind you—in one way or another, but Mac would always ponder about what she'd rather be doing instead. Veronica would always grab Heather's hand when something mildly entertaining happened—sending the blondes' heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies.
But, alas, there was JD. Veronica loved him in ways she would never love Mac. This didn't bother Mac, not as much as it normally would bother someone, at least.
Sadly, with Veronica being gone with JD all of the time, Mac didn't have that closeness anymore. She didn't have someone she could vent to anymore... she didn't have her crutch, so to speak.
She did have a plan. It was cruel, but in her mind, it was the only way to solve her problems. Ronnie would come over if Mac said it was important, and she didn't want anyone else to find her that way. Ronnie would be the only one able to handle it. She just had to make the call, and then do what she had to do.
So she did. She finally got the courage up to press call, taking a deep breath as Veronica answered.
"Hey, 'Ron." She nodded, Veronica mumbling that she was busy and couldn't really talk.
"Yeah, it's fine... I was just wondering if you could come over later? It's kind of imp—"
Veronica cut her off. "I have plans with JD, so I can only hang out for a little bit. I'll be there at 3:00." Mac sighed, knowing this would take longer than 'a little bit.'
"Yeah, sure. That's fine." She said numbly, pressing 'End.'
End. That's what she was going to do. She was finally going to end it. The pain, the longing, the memory that she could never have the one thing—the one person— that she wanted.
Peeling herself off of the couch, she shuffled to her bedroom, changing from her pajamas into her favorite yellow dress, black leggings, and loafers. She primped and primed, making herself pretty, covering her dark circles with concealer.
She was exhausted. Eternal sleep would be a good thing—a final release. She stared in the mirror for a moment, looking at each feature of her body. Her hair was slightly messy, mainly because Chandler wasn't here to tell her to fix it. She looked skinnier, her cheeks more yellow than usual, sunken in. It's amazing what sadness can do to someone who usually was the epitome of happiness.
She went to the bathroom, looking at the time on the clock. 2:37. Ronnie would be here at 3:00, so she had to be quick. Shuffling through the medicine cabinet, she pulled out hydrocodone and some of her mom's anti-depression medication, setting it on the counter and going back to her room to write her note.
