Heather M. POV

"Heath-errr", I hear before I get up and start to search for some kind of cover-up. I can't find anything. I start to hyperventilate. I was going to bleed out in front of someone.
I take a moment to process the voice I had just heard. It was silky, seductive, and those signs screamed Chandler.
"Uhhh, yeah?", is all I could muster.
I hear a groan.
"Ugh, Heather. I thought you weren't here.", says Heather Duke. She's here too!?!?
"By the waaaay,"Duke says again, "Why the hell did you hang up on me like that? If you really cared, you would want to know that your secret admirer is a cool-kid wannabe called Jared Kleinman. Stupid, right?"
"Oh um sure Heather!", I say. God, she's so fucking annoying.
"H-Heather? Where are you?"
No. Nononononono. Veronica.
I grab my all-over yellow bed sheets and apply pressure to my vein. It hurts so bad and I loved cutting. But not in front of them.
I hear the locked door swing open. That's obviously a broken door.
It all happened so fast. Heather C. gasped in disgust. Heather D. gasped in delight. And Veronica, who I always knew wasn't really a Heather, choked on tears.
I never found it sad when I would cry; I found it pitiful and loser-like. But watching other people cry, that's a different story. It kinda releases a chemical in my brain that makes me feel....worse than I already feel on a daily basis. I feel like the world is disappointed in me, like I'm even more of a failure. So you can assume how I felt right then and there.

"Heather!", Veronica screamed. She ran fell to my side next to my bed. She held me, like no one had ever held me before; it was tight and full of love and care that, I too, started to cry. Softly, so she wouldn't hear.
Anyway, back to the Heathers. 
Heather C. was frozen by fright(???) and Heather D. was giggling like a 16-year-old that just lost her virginity. "Oh my god," she chuckled. Why??? Why was she laughing???
"Shut up, Heather!"
"No no, Veronica. Let her laugh. This is hilarious." Chandler finally spoke.
Veronica was quiet for a long time before-
"Ahhhh!"
Then we were all silent, other than Duke's stifled laughs.
"Get. The fuck. Out."
"C'mon, Veronica. We were just kiddi-"
"I said, get out!!!!"
Veronica grabbed the heaviest thing closest to her(my glass jewelry box), and threw it at Duke. It hit her forehead and fell to the carpet, shattering into a million pieces. Duke was bleeding. A lot. The two sinister Heathers scurried out of the room and you could hear the front door open and close. It was the happiest day of my life.