I walked over to the sink and refilled the glass. "thanks for the Tylenol JD" I say.
"no problem" he says.
"you can wait here, I'll be quick" I say. he nods as I quickly climb the stairs again. I place the glass on the bedside table. I gently shake Heathers shoulder.
"Heather? Heather, I'm leaving now" I say gently. She doesn't respond. in fact, she doesn't move at all. "Heather?" I ask again. I roll her onto her back, her face is pale, and I can't hear her breathing. JD runs up the stairs at the sound of my scream.
"Jane?" he walks in.
"she's not breathing" I barely whisper. he looks at Heather and then picks up the bottle.
"she only took two, right?" he asked. I nodded. He opened the bottle and checked inside.
"they're all gone" he says. I grab his wrist, turning the bottle so I can look inside.
"you don't think?" I ask. "and I gave it to her"
"no, no you can't blame yourself, you may have given her the bottle but I gave that bottle to you and she decided to take more than two pills, this is not your fault" he says.
"police won't see it that way" I whisper. he looks around.
"then... we'll make it look like a, like a suicide" he says. I try to think for a minute but it's all scrambled. "how well can you write in Heather's handwriting?" he asks.
"pretty...pretty good" I reply. JD leads me over to the desk chair and sits me down. he quickly searches the room and comes back with a notepad and pen.
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Heathers (parody)
Teen FictionJane has been friends with the Heather's since Elementary. she's watched as they became 'the Heather's' that ruled the school and as they initiated Veronica Sawyer into their group in high school. but she never cared enough to stop them. it wasn't t...
