Lies Of A Killer/Lover

Mourning

Veronica Sawyer walked through the hallway feeling the gaze of the students settled on her. Their big eyes that looked upon her soul filling themselves with her "glory" as the new queen of Westerberg, giving it a new harmony from the hallways to the cafeteria, surprising anyone who knew the old behavior of the school. This didn't meant it was the perfect high school of the end of teenager movies, she had to deal with many students who wanted to feel superior than their neighbors to fill the empty holes in their lives, but Veronica was able to handle it, at least physically.

Everyone wanted to be her friend, everyone offered her a ride, everyone always did as she said, everyone was at her command like finger puppets. She got to realize that they liked her, yes, but they also wanted her approval, not as a friend, but as a leader. She now had lots of people around her, but sometimes they weren't friends, they were people who saw her as a saviour goddess that rescued them from the hell of the old Westerberg high school.

She didn't like this at all. She barely had some real friends, the two remaining Heathers, Martha and some other kids who hanged out with her because of friendship. When she realized that people looked at her like a goddess she remembered the first person who truly did that, and it ache her to remember him. He would had never approach anyone because they saved someone or not, less from popularity, he just approached someone because it was interesting in another level, like that September 22 that felt like eons ago.

While walking she felt a tight grip in her arm from her behind, looking at the direction she found non other than Heather McNamara herself, standing with a half sad half worried with shame face.

"H-hey.... can we talk?" Asked the yellow girl looking down to her feet, not daring to gaze up, her eyes seemed tired and red, just like Veronica's all this time. Veronica could feel the ghost of Heather Chandler looking at the scene with an evil satisfied smirk, for some reason.

"What happened? " Veronica asked worried, the yellow girl was murmuring and shaking a little. "S-so... today... today's Heathers birthday" she said almost in a whisper, her voice shaky and raspy "Oh that's cool, where is she I want to congratulate her" she said naively.

[I]"Right here"

Veronica heard a whisper behind her, sending chills in her skin. Veronica turned to be greeted by a pair of cold white dead eyes that pierced her skin. She then turned to McNamara who was looking down, almost crying. Veronica hugged the girl, trying to cure the disease of the girl that she herself had.

"I-I want to go to her grave...." the yellow girl whispered after separating from the hug. They both decided to meet up at the graveyard front. Before getting to the final destination Veronica stopped in the bright lights building near the graveyard for two cups of slushies.

When Veronica arrived she heard bum bum bum bum. She found two transparent teenagers at the front door looking at the horizon, waiting for her with prideful smiles.

[I]"Look who came buddy! The sociopath couple!!" "What are you talking about, she is the sociopath girl, completely alone"

Both voices sang with happiness. Veronica hid her face in the hood that covered her body away from the chills of December and the guilty attacks of the 7-Eleven, the football field, the cleaning products store and the cemetery.

Veronica entered the large door gate, watching the graves of those who ran away and never came back, probably leaving empty holes in the people of their lives. Down the hill Veronica could spot a tall girl dressed in yellow kneeled in front of one stone sumerge in scrunchies, red flowers and suicide cards.

"Hi... I brought you your favorite drink, a strawberry milkshake with a cookie on the top" the girl said, a weak smile in her face as tears poured down her face to the dirty floor bellow her. Veronica could feel the red transparent girl behind her smile in her wicked ways, but she felt something else, for a brief moment she saw another one, one in front of the yellow Heather, hugging her tightly to her chest meanwhile tears poured down her red cheeks too.

"Sorry for bringing you here, I just wanted your strength to face her grave" the girl touched the stone in front of her, passing her fingers in the letters that made 'Heather' "She wasn't so bad, you would have known if you had known her more" the girl stated smiling to herself "You can go if you want, I'll stay here a bit more" with that she got into her own dream world where red and yellow passed a time in the orange hill playing like the little girls they were years ago.

Veronica decided to leave her alone, it was obvious that she needed this and she needed to do it alone, so she started walking around the cemetery meanwhile the sunset came on place.

The world seemed to stop as she got to a place, one little hill with three cherry trees, one of them thick enough to hide a person pretty well behind it. She could replay it again and again and wouldn't miss a single detail of that dawn weeks ago.

People never discovered Jason Dean's body, there never was a grave, they never knew why there was a burned hole in the football field, they never understood why there had been such a high noise that day, no one knew the truth.

She hugged herself and the cold drinks in her hand, hiding from those dead eyes that gazed upon her, smiling to her pitiful state. Tears came down as memories rushed to her mind good and bad, perfect and horrifying, and no matter how many goods there were, there she was in the middle of the cemetery were she committed murder with her dead lover.

"I-I b-broug-ght you your f-favorite dri... drink...." Veronica barely said between sobs and cries for help that never came, letting her soul be consumed by the pain and the horrors of her lonely world in her lonely tower. She settled the drink in the crime scene, like the yellow Heather and the grave, but Veronica didn't had a grave. She made a mental note to buy more drinks, she would make many more notes after this.

After the visit the three ghost didn't left her alone, always there judging her and showering her soul with sorrow and terrors, but she never saw him. They were there, the three of them were always watching, but the black color didn't came to gaze upon her to make her suffer to death, where was he?