A/N: Okay, so this is NOT completely related to the Dark Knight. Its more so about real life with a fictional twist, involving Heath Ledger's death. If your sensitive to conspiracy theories, stop now. That's all I shall say. Enjoy!

It had been a bad day anyways. To this day, I don't know what happened to my report. A hundred excuses and a failing grade later, I just gave up trying to save myself. It seemed so stressful at the time. But I soon forgot all about grades, papers, and the teachers who don't understand. How can you concentrate when your world stops turning? I didn't want to talk to mom. I just didn't need her shit right then. So I stomped into the kitchen, grabbed the goldfish box off the counter, and started a hasty retreat to my room. Just down the hallway. I was almost there when she stepped into my line of vision.

"Go see your father" she snapped. "Something about that Ledger guy".

My heart skipped a beat at his name. Heath. Instantly a smile filled my face as I about-faced and ran into the living room. I threw myself on the couch next to my dad, excited to see what it may be. Dad was so great. He always understood my little quirks. Such as my love for Heath Ledger. Why mom never got it, I never knew.

"What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"There's something wrong." he said. Dad's face was stone cold. He pointed to the screen.

"What?"

"It just came on the news…"

"Heath? Is he okay?" Chills ran over my body. What was wrong with Heath? Dad continued to point and I finally followed his gaze. The woman talked somberly. The headline was "Heath Ledger, shocking death at 28".

"Honey…." he turned to me "He's dead".

And that, is when my world stopped.

The goldfish scattered across the floor. It was a punch to the gut. My hands trembled as I brought them to my face. I felt as though I couldn't breathe. This made so sense.

"No!" I cried. "No! Oh my god, this can't be happening!"

My whole body shook. Heath? Dead?

Dad was reaching an arm around me just as I fell into him. I gave up all control and broke into a million pieces.

"Liza, breathe, honey." he cooed, brushing back my hair.

"How could- no, no… please, no- why…" Thoughts overwhelmed me but no words would come out right. Everything was suddenly so confusing.

"I am so sorry" he said.

The sorrow was too extreme. Tears started to gush everywhere as if they could save him. All I could imagine was Heath's beautiful face. My love for him, crushed. Dead. Gone. Like someone pulled the rug from under my feet.

"My carpet!" Mom squealed, though I could barely hear her. "What is all this? It'll take weeks to get these crumbs out. Liza what is the matter?"

Was she really doing this? The most beautiful man to walk the earth had died and all she could do was bitch about her carpet. I buried my head in my dad's chest hoping it would all go away.

"Kate, Heath Ledger died" Dad explained.

The words burned. As if they were real.

"How?" she asked, almost showing interest.

"They don't know, drug overdose possibly."

"Well then," Mom said haughtily "Serves him right"

…Oh no, she didn't.

My sorrow turned to outrage and hate. She didn't know beauty. She didn't know love. She didn't know Heath. How could she judge? . Heat rose to my face as I stood up from my father's embrace. I turned towards mom and let her have it.

"How dare you!" I screamed "You have no room to judge him! At least he loved his daughter! That's a lot more than you can say for yourself!" And with that I ran to my room leaving a very pissed off, but silent, mother.

"Liza!" dad called after me. But I was gone. I slammed my door and locked it.

I fell on my bed and tears, screaming into a pillow. I was hysterical. My heart had been ripped out. I bawled and screamed until I couldn't breathe. My stomach was revolting against my body. Everything was a blur. All I could see were tears and brown hair matted in my face. I cried for over an hour there on my bed. Anger, confusion, grief, pain, sorrow, all bottled up in one being.

When I could finally breathe again I sat up and leaned against my wall. My room was basically wallpapered with Heath Ledger posters. So of course right next to my face was his. A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I looked into his eyes. He was so beautiful. I turned my head slowly to face him and gently kissed his lips. Another tear. Quieter than before, I cried, still staring at the poster. I loved him more than life, and he never knew.

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Grief is so tiring. I fell asleep before five with tears still streaming down my face. When I woke up it was dark. "12:32" glowed from across the room on my clock. I felt sick and weary. What had happened? Heath couldn't be dead. No, it was a dream.

I sat up in a panic and grabbed the remote. The TV was blinding in the dark as I flipped to the news. The headline was still there at the bottom. He was dead. Why did they have to remind me? Couldn't something else have happened? The lady talking invaded my head. Dead. He was dead. Heath had taken too many pills and died. Dead. I quick turned the channel so I didn't have to listen to it anymore.

I started sniffling some more. Oh god, not more tears.

Desperate for a distraction I got up in a daze and made my way to the television. I grabbed AKnight's Tale and shoved it in the DVD player. All of his movies seemed to capture me. He made me forget the world. This time was no exception. The movie began and Heath was alive again through it. For the first time in hours I was considerably happy. Foolish people. Couldn't they see? Heath was alive. He was right here. With me.

Knock, knock, knock.

My head was pounding.

Knock, knock, knock.

Or maybe that was my door.

"Liza Jean you come out here right now and get your breakfast!" She cannot be serious.

"Your going to be late for school! I've had enough of this, young lady"

My body felt like lead. An unmovable object planted firmly on my bed. Everything ached. Pain echoed through my skull. My eyes were red and swollen from all the crying. If she was going to get me out of this bed it would take a lot more than Lucky Charms.

"LIZA!"

With some mysterious source of energy, I picked up a pillow and chucked it at the door.

"Go away!!" I bellowed and then flopped back down on the sheets.

"Liza, it is not healthy to go without dinner and breakfast."

"Let me starve" I moaned.

"And you cannot afford to miss school," she rambled on. Apparently her daughter's starvation didn't affect her the least bit. "I've seen your grades!"

"Who gives a fuck." I said into my pillow.

"Watch it!" she yelled back. Dang, she's got good hearing.

There was silence for a moment and then a sigh on the other side of the door. "Fine then. You miss today but you better be done with this by the time I get home tonight. It's not the end of the world so quit acting like it."

"To you, maybe," I mumbled. Why does she hate me so much? I stuck my arm out from under the covers to flip her off. Of course she never saw it, but it sure felt good.

Once the wicked witch had left I reluctantly pulled each limb, one by one, out of bed and stood. My room turned around me as pain circulated my body. My stomach churned. I steadied myself until it stopped, then stumbled to the bathroom.

Returning to my room I couldn't think of anything to do but escape the pain. Therefore, Casanova was next. Heath was so hot in this. I'll admit it, I loved pretending it was me he was kissing.

I wasn't cold, but I wrapped myself up in my blankets and watched it all as if I had never seen it. That's what I did all day. Eight hours straight of Heath Ledger movies. He entertained me from start to finish. I cried during the credits for each one until they were through and I could manage to put the next one in. Character after character, I saw all sides of him.

Dad came home for lunch. He was so nice. He was a lawyer for all the big businesses in Hollywood, so him coming at all was a big deal.

"Liza, its Dad" he knocked.

I wanted to be nice. I appreciated his sympathy. But he was interrupting Heath's serenade in 10 Things I Hate About You. I paused it.

"What?" "You okay?" he inquired. "Just peachy". Gotta love sarcasm.

"Can I come in?" he asked as kindly as possible. I didn't want to see him. Or anyone for that matter. If I had my way I would have rotted there in my room. But he cared.

"Only if you tell mom I died" I groaned.

"I can't promise that" he replied.

"Than stay outside."

There was silence while he struggled for words. "Liza, listen, I know this is hard for you…" Why did he have to bring it up? Why couldn't he leave me to my movie? He was making the tears come back. "But you have to come out sometime. Will you at least eat some dinner tonight with us?"

I wiped my eyes. "I can't promise that." I said quietly.

He almost laughed. "Will you please try? For me?"

God, he was so desperate. After a pause I finally responded. "Fine. I'll try" …if it will make you go away.

"Thank you."

He might have said something after that. But I didn't hear it. I pressed play before he was done. Heath was a great singer.

I went to dinner. I don't know why. I was probably delusional.

Dad must have told mom to shut up. Cause when she saw how ragged I was she gave me the most disgusting look, but thank the lord, no bitching. Both of my parents were still in work clothes so we made an odd scene. If you didn't know the situation you'd think they were a nice couple doing charity for some homeless girl.

Mom filled my plate until it was impossible to fit anything else on it then sat it before me. I sat with my arms crossed and stared at it. I had been without food for 24 hours, but it just didn't look appetizing. Dad dug in. So did mom, talking in between bites. I zoned out.

Did Heath know what he was doing? Did he feel pain? My mind floated around his final minutes, imagining him popping pill after pill than falling asleep. I tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't hear me. I tried to wake him up. I shook him and shook him. Didn't he know I loved him? That I needed him? Why won't he wake up! Heath! Heath!

"Liza!"

…Oh, that's right. Dinner.

"Honey are you okay?" Dad had his hand on my shoulder. I must have been really out of it. They looked frightfully concerned.

"You need to eat." mom said sternly. Things were getting fuzzy. I wanted out of there.

"No I don't feel good. I think I'll go to sleep." I got up to leave but dad grabbed my wrist.

"Liza." He meant business. Wow. "You need to eat."

I studied both of my parents' faces. Their seriousness scared me. I slowly sat down in my seat again and looked at the food. . I did need to eat, but I didn't want to. I wanted to die.

I picked up my fork and played with my mashed potatoes. Mom and Dad were already almost done. How much time had past? Maybe I should eat. I was losing it. The mashed potatoes were cold, but I gave them a shot. I took a bite and swallowed hard. My stomach quenched and I finally felt the emptiness. Soon I was shoveling the mashed potatoes in bite after bite until I felt sick. It was a bit too much, but finally things started to be more clear.

I didn't eat anything else. I started back to my room for the night. Apparently I'd have to face school tomorrow. But that wasn't happening without another movie first.