[WARNING: Contains suicide and selfharm!]

A/N: Hey guys, this story contains heavy subjects but will get better later on. It's mostly drama-based and not meant to be disrespectful to anyone who went through this. If there is any discription that you find insensitive or offensive, let me know. I will decide if I change it, but if you are reasonable I most likely will.

Here, Veronica is grown up and raised a daughter, who is the MC. It might be unprofessionally written, but I wrote this generally just to entertain myself rather than make something that could actually be considered "incredibly good written".

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Heather Austin woke up, struggling to breathe. Another nightmare – as usual.

Since the night she tried to end it, they kept coming and coming. She'd been at home for almost three weeks now and got a shitload of people to talk to her. Nobody got that they were better off without her. Now her dad was on suicide watch and she just wished he would let her go. Just after she thought she was gone it had been so quiet. No more voices in her telling her to jump off something or to cut herself.

"Are you okay?" The soft whisper was clearly her mom's. They must have switched role halfway through the night.

"Yes," Heather whispered. "I'm fine." She hated the two words but saying them had become a habit. Sometimes she said them to leave her mother, who she didn't want to bother, but mostly she wanted her mom or dad to ask if she really was fine. She wanted them to care. They had most of the time been too caught up in their work to notice the cuts on her wrist and arm.

"Honey, you know you don't have to lie to us anymore." Her mother's voice sounded in pain and moment later she felt an arm wrapping around her. "Don't do this, okay. There is so much to live for. And even if there isn't right now, I promise it will get better if you keep holding on."

"I know."

"Now why don't you start off by telling me your dream?" Veronica asked. When her mother realized she wasn't going to say anything, she replied: "I really want to help you. You know that, right? I truly love you."

Heather tried closing her eyes, but as soon as she did, she felt it again. The water in her lungs, her body being paralyzed by hitting the water. She was meant to drawn and she felt no regrets. She was sinking and she was so scared, the darkness consuming her.

Tears ran down her face as she quickly opened her eyes. "Can I go downstairs?"

"Sure," Veronica agreed. Her mother was okay with almost all of her requests since the day Heather had jumped. "Let me come with you."

Ushering her downstairs, Veronica was awfully quiet. It made Heather feel like she was supposed to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She could apologize for feeling so terrible she jumped off a bridge, but that wouldn't exactly enlighten the ambiance. At home they avoided the subject and with the psychologists she didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to think about it anywhere.

They told her someone saved her. When she hit the water, they had gone into the water and dragged her to the shore. They almost drowned with her. All that effort just to save someone who didn't want to be saved. The guilt of someone almost dying with her was the only thing that kept her from going entirely crazy.

She sat down on the grey, torn couch. Her mom and dad didn't make enough money to be able to replace it for a newer one and they had sworn she was born on this thing. Which, of course, was only a joke. Heather had been a tough baby and her mom had to go to the hospital after a day of being in labor.

"I'm scared," Heather finally said, after sitting down. "I feel like I'm still drowning."

It was true. Whenever she closed her eyes, the water was there. When she looked at her mother and her father, she felt waves of shame and guilt. Thinking about going to school again made her feel weak and vulnerable, though she hadn't met anyone there yet.

"I know. I know, honey." Veronica shook her head. "But you have to keep holding on. It will get better. It will hurt less over time. We will rebuild your life and even if it feels like there is no-one there… I will be here."

"I'm sorry for leaving you," Heather squeaked. "I didn't mean to… I guess I was too..."

"It's fine. It's okay. I get it." Her mother said, grabbing a blanket and covering her. "You can start over, at your new school. I went to Westerburg and I met my friend Martha there. It's going to be okay. You are going to be okay, I promise."

A short silence. "Now get some rest."

"Okay."