heathers one-shots

dead mom // jd // musical

Hey mom, dead mom. I need a little help here. I'm probably taking to myself. But I gotta ask, are you really in the ground? Because I feel you all around me.

I'm tired of trying to iron out my curses. I'm a bunch of broken pieces and it was you who made me whole.

Every day Dad's staring at me, like "Hurry up, get happy."

"Move along."

"Forget about your mom."

Dad's in denial. Dad doesn't wanna feel. He wants me to smile and laugh like a performing seal. I ignored it for a while. Dad's lost his mind for real. He drinks rum and scotch. We move around every six weeks.

Nothing seems to fit. Mama, is this it?

I need something to believe in or I'm done. Take me where my soul can rot. Or I'll be in my bedroom, wake me when I'm twenty one.

Dad's moving forward.
Dad didn't lose a mom.

Mama, won't you send a sign? I'm running out of hope and time.

Jason looked up from his notebook for a brief second and made eye contact with a brown hair, brown eyed girl across the cafeteria. She looked like a bruise in black and blue. She smiled at him and he felt his cheeks get hot.

He looked down at his notebook and flicked his eyes up. He wrote one last thing down before going to approach the girl on the other side of the room.

Thank you, mom.