I really wasn't in the mood today.

" Heather, just leave."

She pushed her lips up like a child acting upset

" Is that the way you talk to your best friend?"

" Just..."

I picked up my crochet stick and whacked her with it. It went through her as she began to shimmer slightly like she was being disintegrated then, fully restored, smiled cheekily. I began to ferociously hit thin air, where Heather was standing, her arms folded with a smirk plastered on her face.

" Veronica?"

I turned to see Martha, carrying a folded blanket and a cup of slush

" Oh, hey... Martha. New diet?"

I began to wipe the tears from my eyes and smiled falsely.

" No, these aren't for me silly"

" What? I just thought, the only one who drinks that shit is J..."

" D? Yeah, all he seemed to talk about was this place where he would go to in order to..."

"Freeze his brain"

"Um, yeah how did you know..."

"When did he..."

"Last night"

" Oh. When's the funeral?"

"Funeral? For who?"

" Who do you think? JD. "

" He isn't... Dead."