Chapter 18

The dripping had subsided. The light shown happily through Heather's curtains. It cast a warm young glow on her pale face. Her eyes had massive dark circles, still, vannessa held her close. She held her head and rocked back and forth humming sweet nothings through her tears.

"You know I knew you hated those shoes I bought you"

She said as she sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"I just wanted you to know what it was like to be short..."

She stroked Heather's flufy curls.

"You always wear those high heels, why not try little ones."

"I- heather you weren't supposed to go!"

Vannessa broke down. She held heather so tight she felt her body ache, she wanted to smell the sweet Daisy smell of heather, she wanted to always be near her. Vannessa held Heather's head to her chest and stared straight ahead. Numbing. She realised what she wanted to do.

Vannessa slowly and carefully layed heather down on the ground, Heather's desk had a locket, a golden locket with an empty oval.

"Hearts are to tacky."

Heather said as vannessa had showed her one.

The thick chain was durable. Vannessa held the chain in her hands and felt all the memories come to her. Soon she would be dead... And who else would carry on the memory of heather McNamara? Vannessa took a small pair of sewing sissors and the locket in her hand. She walked over to heather and pickrd out a perfect yellow, blonde curl. Vannessa took the sissors and cut it. The locket opened easily, the clump of hair was folded neatly in a coil. Heather's sparly yellow nails caught her attention. Heather would hate to die with her manicure ruined... She wiped the blood off of the glittery yellow best she could. Some was dried on permanently. Vannessa touched the pool of blood with her finger and brought it to the locket. She smeared the miniscule drop on the other side of the opening oval. Finnally, vannessa cut out a picture of Heather's head to put in. When she was done, the hair and blood lay behind glass in one half, and the photo in the other. Vannessa slowly pulled the chain over her head, it hung quietly. She bent down and kissed Heather's forehead. She smoothed the hair back and did something she never thought she'd do. She kissed heather gently on the lips. She wasn't making out with a corpse, it was a light peck to send heather off, her best friend ever. Then, locket around her neck, tears in her eyes. Vannessa dashed out the door and ran all the way home. When she got there JD was waiting out front with her mom.

"Construction..? Is that what you said?"

JD raised an eyebrow and bent forwards a little.

"Deconstruction."

Veronica's mom nodded and forced a smile.

"Ah, Veronica your friend Jason Dean came around said you two had a date..."

Vannessa tried to smile but her swollen eyes gave her emotion away.

"You too be good alright..." She said. Barely noticing the girls emotions. JD noticed right away. He jumped up as Mrs Sawyer walked back inside his coat flapped in the wind.

"Veronica... Are you ok?"

Vannessa nodded.

"I want to do it tonight."

JD looked cunfused.

"Tonight? But i-"

Vannessa put her hand on his chest to silence him.

"I want to fucking kill them all. Heather is dead."

JD chuckled

"You didn't seem upset when we killed her... Maybe you were a bit late?"

Vannessa pushed him away and stared at him.

"Not that heather you fucking asshole. My heather."

JD looked suprised before his hands dropped to his side.

"But... Wasn't she the nice one?"

Vannessa nodded.

"Those asshole killed her..... They drove her to suicide."

JD walked back up to her and hugged her tight.

Vannessa could smell the ciggerates.

"At the pep rally."

"As you wish."