Toni's POV

"You did WHAT?!" Cheryl shouted at me. I'm sat down on her bed and wrapped up in her sheets, trying to forget about killing someone. And my throbbing cheek. Goddamn it hurts. I sigh and my eyes scramble across the floor. I don't want to look at her. I can't.

"She untied me and threatened to cut my hand off so I convinced her to let me go and... Stabbed her." I say.

Cheryl is pacing across her room, back and forth, trying to figure out what the hell she is supposed to do with my mess of a life. Hell, so am I. I shift on the bed to try and get comfortable but can't with the image of jamming a shard of glass into Heather's stomach. The blood leaking out. Me running away, scared. Thinking that Heather was left alone to rot in that shitty apartment.

"You hid the body right? Hello? Toni!" I barely hear her. All I can think about is Heather. Lifeless. Sprawled out on the floor soaked in her own blood. Thanks to me. I have to go back to that apartment and bury her. I have to. Its the least I can do considering me killing both her and her brother.

"Toni? Hey, are you okay?" Cheryl kneels down in front of me and I just now see the tears that must have fallen while I was looking down at the floor. She looks into my eyes with a very noticeable worry. I have to go.

"I have to help her. She can't just be left in that hellhole. I have to bury her and I have to do it now." I say and stand up. Cheryl grabs my shoulders and gives me a stern look. I try to shove my way past her but she stops me again. I could easily knock her down but I love her way too damn much to want to do that. I feel my eyes burning and soon I'm sobbing into her shoulder.

"Shh.. You did what you had to do, baby.." We're now sitting down and I think about her words as she rubs my back.

You did what you had to do......

Except I didn't. I could have taken her hand and walked us both out of there. I could have bolted out of there without even scratching her.

You did what you had to do......

Cheryl is trying to sooth me. Back me down from doing something even worse than murdering someone. I just can't let Heather be left like that though. No matter what she is still a human. I have to do something to try and fix this.

You did what you had to do......

"I have to go, Cherry. Either come with me or stay behind but I have to do this." I look up at her and stand up again. She sighs and stands up too. I show a small smile and offer my hand out to my beautiful girl. She gulps and takes it. We walk out of her house and buckle into her car. I try to push back the tiny voice in my head that won't stop repeating the same thing over and over.

You did what you had to do......

***

"Right here..." I point up the stairs and she smiles at me before we head up but when she turns back to face the stairs I see her fright and terrified expression. I've killed her first love. Cheryl is strong but eventually something will get to her and I think Heather will be just the thing to set her off.

"Okay, so, we will grab her and take her to the car. We will drive her to Greendale and bury her. We won't speak about to anyone. Got it?" She says. I breath in and out. I nod. Cheryl takes a deep breath and walks up the narrow staircase.

The door is cracked open just barely enough for me to peak through. I lean to the right and that's when I see her. Heather, dead because of me. I glance at Cheryl and see her eyes closed with her breath labored. She is fucking terrified. I know I sure as hell am. I killed someone.

You did what you had to do......

I gulp and push open the door gently. Cheryl gives me a nod before I walk in. The smell is god awful even though she's been dead for about maybe two hours. Heather is curled up, hand loosely clutching her stomach, hair flowing over her shoulders, and skin icy pale. I gasp. Cheryl mutters something under her breath and turns around. She walks out the room but I can't take my eyes off of Heather.

I walk over to her and crouch down near her curled legs. I expect her to gasp for air and jolt back to life. To scream out and say she's just fine. But that won't happen. She will never say or do anything ever again.

"I'm so sorry, Heather..." I say. I feel a tear slide down my cheek. I have to be strong. For Cheryl. And for me. I place my hands underneath her body and pick her up, struggling a little to get a good grip. Her blood spills onto my shirt and her skin is frigid. Stiff yet soft. I can't look at her face yet.

I don't want to know if her eyes are opened, waiting for life to be poured back into them. Or closed, in a far away place dreaming of happier times. Maybe with Cheryl. Who knows. What I do know is that she deserves a proper burial in her hometown. I take a couple deep breaths and turns around, heading for the door. I step out to find Cheryl crying at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh god... Heather!" She shouts and gets up from her spot against the wall. Cheryl bolts up each stair and then stops in front of me. She looks down at Heather's corpse, examining what I've done. She glances up at me and then takes her from me, carrying her down the stairs.

You did what you had to do......

Except I didn't.