[Heather freakin hates this place. So many eyes on her at once—- suspicious eyes, and though she knows she’s not actually the one under scrutiny here, she hates it. It makes her feel small, fragile, weak—- all of those things.
But... a place like this. Locked away from others. A place where she’s unable to create more trouble for herself, and where others can’t reach her. She can’t help but feel a little envy over it. That’s why she’d chosen to work in an empty Denny’s, wasn’t it? It always felt like there were eyes on her there too, despite the overwhelming isolation of it all. And despite the emptiness most of the time, sometimes it wasn’t empty—- sometimes, like the night where Riley showed up for the first time, it was full of life.
She and Riley just get each other, despite the odds. They’re both cheerleaders. They both aim for perfection, paralyzed in fear of what may happen if they step out of line. Both followed in their best friends’ shadow, and loved her for her power. And both of them had lived (well. mostly.) through an incredibly traumatic event involving murder and an opera house. Heather’s got a lot of time on her hands at Denny’s, so she’s written Riley countless letters in bubbly handwriting— trying to keep from the deep stuff, since she’s sure they screen the letters. And they’ve talked on the phone a few times, running out of time each time. Heather feels herself growing closer to this other cheerleader, even if she was a murderer-not-murderer.
So she shows up, for Riley, despite how much she hates this place. Hopefully she can breathe a little life into this place. She sits in the waiting room very stiffly, trying not to sweat like she’s the one under observation here. She’s failing. But when she sees Riley, her body leaps out of her seat, and if she’s honest, her heart leaps too, giving an excited little wave of her hand.
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But... a place like this. Locked away from others. A place where she’s unable to create more trouble for herself, and where others can’t reach her. She can’t help but feel a little envy over it. That’s why she’d chosen to work in an empty Denny’s, wasn’t it? It always felt like there were eyes on her there too, despite the overwhelming isolation of it all. And despite the emptiness most of the time, sometimes it wasn’t empty—- sometimes, like the night where Riley showed up for the first time, it was full of life.
She and Riley just get each other, despite the odds. They’re both cheerleaders. They both aim for perfection, paralyzed in fear of what may happen if they step out of line. Both followed in their best friends’ shadow, and loved her for her power. And both of them had lived (well. mostly.) through an incredibly traumatic event involving murder and an opera house. Heather’s got a lot of time on her hands at Denny’s, so she’s written Riley countless letters in bubbly handwriting— trying to keep from the deep stuff, since she’s sure they screen the letters. And they’ve talked on the phone a few times, running out of time each time. Heather feels herself growing closer to this other cheerleader, even if she was a murderer-not-murderer.
So she shows up, for Riley, despite how much she hates this place. Hopefully she can breathe a little life into this place. She sits in the waiting room very stiffly, trying not to sweat like she’s the one under observation here. She’s failing. But when she sees Riley, her body leaps out of her seat, and if she’s honest, her heart leaps too, giving an excited little wave of her hand.
Oh my gawd, all her friends are killers! ]