Chapter 15

Heather Mcnamara leaned against the wall. She slipped down the wall on to the floor. Everything was wrong. Everything went wrong. Everything was wrong. Sh had failed to keep a good friend... She had failed at getting help from a radio station. And now she had even failed killing herself. Vannessa walked to her side of the wall and sat down next to her. Heather picked at her nails.

"Suicide is a private thing..."

She muttered.

"Heather, you're throwing your life away to become a statistic in US-fucking-A Today. That's about the least private thing I can think of..."

Vannessa grabbed Heather's hand and tried to catch Heather's eye. Heather pulled her hand away.

"What about heather... And Kurt and ram."

Vannessa sighed and grabbed Heather's arm

"If everyone jumped off a bridge would you?"

Heather looked at vannessa face before looking down at her hands again.

"Probably"

"'If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being"

She looked at Heather's fluffy curls.

"You'd be a gameshow host."

Heather chuckled and held vannessa's hand.

"What do you say we blow off early and go buy some shoes.... Or something lame like that."

Vannessa nodded.

"Okay."

~

Heather Duke sat on a large windowsill of Westerburg highschool. Her legs were crossed in front of her as she bathed in the orangey glow of midmorning sun. The signed petition sat on her lap, she wasnt bathing in sun... She was bathing in the triumphant power of popularity.

She was wearing,not her usual green blazer, but a solid red one. Not one bit of green remained. She had truly realized her power in this dump. It was a dump, but it was her dump.

Vannessa noisily walked down the stairs to suprisingly come fast to face with the last person she wanted to see.

"Heather?"

She slowly moved her legs off the sill and stood up.

"Veronica... color me stoked girl. I've gotten everybody to sign this petition. Even those who think "Big Fun" are tuneless Euro-fags. People love me! You know, you haven't signed yet.."

Vannessa crossed her arms and scowled in this assholes face.

"People love you, but I know you... Jennifer Forbes said the petition she signed was to put a hot tub in the cafeteria, and Doug Hilton said..."

Heather Duke put her finger to vannessa lips.

"Some people need different kinds of convincing than others... Just sign the petition okay?"

Vannessa swapped her hand away.

"Don't talk to me like that okay?!"

Heather took a step forward and said peladingly,

"Look it was JD's idea, ok? Now will you sign it!?"

Vannessa was obviously going to sign it, but not in front of miss bitchy bitch bitch.

"No."

Heather laughed in vannessa's face.

"Jealous much?"

Vannessa tried to throw a slap but heather caught her arm with suprisingly fast reflexes.

Vannessa prepared for this, slapped her with her other hand

Heather stumbled away suprised.

"Heather why can't you just be my friend? Why are you such a megabitch!?"

Heather scoffed and removed her hand.

"Because I can be."

She answered simply.

"Veronica, why are you pulling my dick? Do you think... I mean, do you really think that if Betty Finn's fairy god-mother made her cool she'd still hang out with her dweebette friends? No way, Veronica."

Vannessa stared at the overuse of her new name.

Heather walked up the stairs behind Veronica, making sure to hit her shoulder hard as she passed, with a pep in her step. Right on cue JD came up from behind her and unbuttoned her dress from the back.

"Hey uh.....wanna go out tonight? I was thinking we could uh... Watch a movie.... Catch some miniature golf.."

JDs hands carressed her waist andv vannessa seen under a trance.

"I was thinking more along the lines of slitting heather Duke's wrists and making it look like a suicide."

JD chuckled darkly and kissed her neck.

"I could be up for that... I've uh... Already been underlining meaningful passages in her copy of Moby dick if you know what I mean...."

Vannessa laughed and kissed him.

~

The murder couple slinked into heather Duke's mansion. The kitchen was dark. JD crossed the threshold and grabbed the biggest knife he could find.

Vannessa nodded, the light shining from a green stainglass rose window gave an eeery moonlit look. They slowly went up the stairs to a specific heather Duke looking room. The door was adjar, and Heather lied sprawled out on her emerald green bedspread. Next to her on her table sat a bottle of sleeping pills.

JD made her way over to heather with the knife but vannessa grabbed his coat.

She shook her head and motioned to the pills. JD nodded and pocketed the knife.

It was a prescription. The little black letters read "marina Duke"

Of course heather was using her mom's sleeping pills to sleep. It only helped in this case....

But how to get her to eat them?

JD took out a long spool if thick green ribbon and tied her to the posts of her bed.

He made sure to make cute little bow ties on each one. Why not?

Vannessa pounded the pills into a fine powder as JD went slowly to each post, not wanting to wake heather up. Veronica came from the bathroom with a massive cup of thick sludge.

JD held Heather's head as vannessa poured the disgusting liquified pill down Heather's throat.

Heathera eyes opened immedietly. She fought the restraints and tried screaming, but only choked. She tried closing her mouth but vannessa had shoved the tip of the glass into her mouth.

Heather's eyes dripped tears as she stared at unimaginable betrayl at her supposed best friend.

The glass was empty and Heather s wyes were closing. Vanessa sat comfortably next to her and stroked her head softly.

JD went around and untied her. The ribbon was placed safely away and a book placed in Heather's hand. It was only then that heather Dukes chest Rose in her last shaky breath of Life.