Truly Yours

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~Heather's POV~

Flashback

"Cheryl where are you going? Come back to bed.." I started but saw her fully dressed with her keys in hand. I freeze. My robe slightly falls loose as I stand in the hallway of Thistle House. Cheryl sighs and fiddles her thumbs.

"Look, Heth, you were my first love. That will never change. But you won't be my last.. I'm sorry but I'm going to need you to leave. When I come back, you can't be here," she says. "Goodbye Heth."

They say that young love is never really real but this sure as hell felt real.

Oh Cheryl.. I will miss her long, red curls that blew beautifully in the wind, her slim figure that danced so fluidly and gracefully, her warm smile that you were lucky enough to see if she trusted you, and those eyes.. People always say how brown eyes are plain but for Cheryl it was like small pools of honey and specks of cinnamon here and there. It was like staring into the galaxy...

"Is that what you want?" I silently beg her to stay and hold me but all she hears is desperate begging. She shrugs and wipes a single tear from her porcelain skin. I on the other hand feel tiny rivers streaming down my cheeks. Cheryl nods but never meets my gaze.

"Yes. Now please, leave." She says.

I can't bear to look at her anymore without feeling my heart slowly twist and constrict. I scan the room for my bag and silently fill it up before rushing out of that house. Once I'm out the door I begin sobbing loudly. I don't care if she hears me or if the planet hears me.. I've lost the love of my young life and she could care less. Cheryl has ripped out my heart and  thrown it on the ground, stomping on it like an impatient child.

I lift my head and see the sun start to rise up over the trees. I will no longer be the Heather who walks around sulking and asking people to pity me. I will no longer be the Heather who depends on other people to show her love. I will be the Heather who does not take shit from anyone. The Heather who does what she wants because fuck people.

That Heather sounds like a badass.

***

Present Day

"So, Toni, are you a rightie or a leftie?" I ask.

She looks up at me, blood seeping from her plump lips down her chin. Her eye is nearly purple and she has a cut on her cheekbone. She sits up straighter and glares at me.

"I'm waiting..." I look at my left wrist, acting as if I have a watch. She leans forward and spits blood on my boots. Toni leans back in her chair and grins like she has accomplished something. What a big mistake.

"You know what, slut? I think I'll just take both off!" I shout directly in her face. Toni's smile fades into one of panic and slight discomfort. Now I'm the one smiling..

"Wait!" She yelps. I walk behind her and whip out my thick knife from my now bloody boot. As I start to cut the rope, Toni begs and begs but I'm so not in the mood for negotiations. I press the knife down harder and finally it snaps and falls to the sides of the chair. I unscramble the mess of a rope and grip into the flesh around her wrist, pulling it in front of her and holding the knife firmly onto her skin.

"Say the wrong thing and I swear I'll cut it off.. Slowly." I warn. She gulps and tries to even her breathing.  After she stops panting, she opens her eyes and I think I see the hint of a flicker in her eyes. She lifts her head to look me straight in the eyes and forces an emotionless face.

"If you cut my hand.. Off. Cheryl and everybody else who finds out about this shit will see you as a vicious monster. I won't blame them I mean, look at you.. But if you don't.." She pauses and I see sympathy flash in her chocolate eyes. I gulp and wait for her to finish speaking.

"Then we can, no, we will walk out of here and forget all about this... Okay?" I can hear the desperation in her voice. The hope in her eyes. The longing in her skin. I can't do this to her. Even after everything she has done she is still a human being. I release the pressure of the knife on her wrist and drop her hand.

She sighs heavily with relief and closes her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. Toni wipes the blood from her chin and shows me a small, nearly nonexistent, smile. I remove the frown from my face and offer my hand out to her. She hesitates to take it but eventually does. Toni slowly rises from her chair and grips my hand to steady her shaky self.

"I'm sorry.." She whispers and then feel my frown reappear but then replace that with shock. Toni pulls a shard of glass from her back pocket and jams it into my stomach. I gasp and bend over. Blinding pain shoots through my left side. Toni starts to cry and then drops the now bloody shard of glass and runs out the door. I curl myself into a ball on the floor and slowly feel myself loosing life.

I look down at my stab wound and see red everywhere. A pool is getting bigger and bigger by my stomach and all I can see is Cheryl. She steps closer to me and smiles. I feel tears fall as I smile up at her, some loose curls slipping free.

"I don't want to go yet...." I trail off, realizing how hard it is to talk now. She puts a finger to my lips and silences me. I look up at her scared and afraid. But again she smiles down at me and reaches her hand out, asking me to take it.

"Let's just be happy." She says.

"Okay...." And I take her hand, slipping into a peaceful sleep.