Heathers and Hinata

Dead Girl Walking Reprise

Hinata's PoV
I quickly run to the school. "I wanted someone strong who could protect me. I let his anger fester and infect me." I pushed down the frustrated tears I had.

"His solution is a lie, No one here deserves to die. Except for me and the monster I created." I stopped as I stood in front of the school.

"Heads up, Tsukki, I'm a dead boy walking!" I push the double doors open as I walk into the school.

"Heyo, Westerburg!" The students sang in the gym.

"Can't hide from me, I'm your dead boy walking." I walk down the halls, looking for any clues as to where Tsukishima is.

"Heyo, Westerburg!"

"And there's your final bell," I keep searching as the bell rings, the halls and classrooms completely empty. "It's one more dance and then farewell. Cheek to cheek in hell with a dead boy walkin'!"

"Come on, Westerburg! Here we go, here we go now!" Yamaguchi cheered, making the gym roar to life.

Takeda ran into me on his way to the gym. "Hinata! Kei Jason Tsukishima-Dean told me you just committed suicide!"

"Yeah? Well, he's wrong about a lot of things." I roll my eyes. 'I don't have time for this' I impatiently tapped my foot.

"I threw together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice." Takeda mumbled to himself.

I clutched the mallet in annoyance. "Mr.Takeda what's under the gym?"

Takeda looked confused and a bit taken back. "The boiler room."

"That's it" I started to walk away.

"wait, Hinata, what's going on?" Takeda looked concerned.

"Got no time to talk, I'm a dead boy walking" I yell as I run down the hall to the boiler room.

The gym came to life as the the cheerleaders did the routine. "Heyo, Westerburg, Tell me what's that sound Here comes Westerburg, Comin' to put you in the ground! Go, go, Westerburg, Give a great big yell! Westerburg will knock you out, And send you straight to hell!"

I hear the echos of the cheer as i walk into the boiler room, only to see Tsukishima setting the bomb up.

"Step away from the bomb." I pointed my mallet to him.

"And here I thought you'd lost your taste for faking suicides." Tsukishima pushed his glasses up as he stood up.
"Oh, and this little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym. Now, those- those are bombs." He grinned and pulled his gun out from his pocket.
"People will see the ashes of Westerburg and think to themselves, "Now, there's a school that self-destructed- not because society didn't care-" he laughed crazily.
"but because that school was society!" You know the only place Heathers and Kenma's can truly get along?" He pointed the gun to my head. "Heaven." He cocked the gun.

I looked down at the floor and started to walk towards him. "I wish your mom had been a little stronger." Tsukishima swallowed and started to back up slightly.

"I wish she'd stayed around a little longer." I look up at him. "I wish your dad were good," I yelled as I kept walking towards him. "I wish grown-ups understood!" I felt the frustrated tears build up again. "I wish we'd met before they convinced you life is war!" I held my hand out. "I wish you'd come with me-"

Tsukishima growled and yelled, "I wish I had more TNT!"

I quickly smack the gun out from Tsukishima's hand with the crouquet mallet.
"Ow you fucking-" I grabbed the gun, Tsukishima started to wrestle me for the gun.

"Heyo, Westerburg, Tell me what's that sound?"

"Let go!" Tsukishima kicked the croquet mallet away from us.

"Here comes Westerburg, Comin' to put you in the ground!" We fought with each other, giving each other scratches and bruises for the gun.

"Go, go, Westerburg, Give a great big yell!" The gun made a clicking sound.

"Westerburg will knock you out,
And send you straight to-"

I scream as a bang sound rang through the room, then Tsukishima fell to the floor.

"Was that good for you? 'Cause it kinda sucked for me." Tsukishima groaned as he held his abdomen.

I kneeled down to Tsukishima as I discard the gun. "Kei? Just listen to me, just listen to me, okay? Just listen to me, it's over, okay?" I shook him slightly. "Which wire do I pull? Kei, which wire do I pull?!" Silence, I assume Tsukishima died.

'Shit' I stagger to the bomb and grab it. 'Dear Diary: the irony of this is that I never got to write my own suicide note.' I rush out the school to the football field, not seeing the injured Tsukishima following me.

'High school, am I right?'