( starer from @no-imaveronica )
1992 was an odd thing to say. It rolled off of the tongue with a tinge of guilt that Veronica couldn’t avoid. She’d gotten away with the worst of the worst, blood on her hands that stained into a new decade, yet here she was living without a trace of evidence pointing her way for all of those deaths back at Westerburg. For all everyone knew, they’d all been unfortunate losses in an epidemic of teenage depression that had ‘just grazed’ Veronica, according to her parents. Now, she was thriving, yet the memories made her sometimes wake in a cold sweat.
The dreams were pretty vivid, even though Jason Dean was dead. She saw him clawing his way from the loose ground in which he’d likely been interred, if his father cared enough to bury him. Baying for her blood, maybe, or another chance to make things right if only to add her name to the list of victims in red ink later. She had to remind herself it was impossible, taking cautions to avoid waking Wesley in the middle of the night with her frantic nightmares. Guilt is what anyone would call it, but she’d done her best to move forward in a neat little one bedroom outside of Brooklyn with a Wall Street trader. Their life was good, and she had to play it off accordingly.
Days she didn’t have classes at the local community college left her home alone until about six in the evening when Wesley would be lugging in after a trip on the subway across the bridge, but today things were different. Seven came, then eight…
Rather than sit idle, she grabbed her coat and was about to open the door to exit when she came face to face with her nightmare in the flesh. Jason Dean. It had to be a hallucination, at least she hoped.
“No— NO. I’m awake and I have things to do and you’re not real.”
He shouldn’t have been alive after the damage she’d witnessed him take firsthand, but as she hurried out of the apartment, the physical contact with his form that she tried to walk right through made her hands come to her mouth and had her whirling around to face him with a gasp and horror in her eyes.
“How…?”
It had taken a long time to get to where he was today. It was kind of a miracle really considering going under the radar after being rightfully blamed for trying to blame up one of his old schools had been easier said than done. In the beginning at least. He was believed to be dead so that helped a ton.
The problem had been his father. Dealing with him hadn't been easy. Not because he cared, but JD had made an attempt to get as much money out of him as possible before he would put a bullet in him and make it seem like an accident.
Once that was done there were years on the road. Growing up. Growing better... or worse... who knew... At least growing up and moving away made it easier so shred the JD of Sherwood, Ohio. Without the gloomy dark hair and trench coat wearing teen angst look he looked almost approachable.
He hadn't even intentionally looked for Veronica at first until this very year. Surprising her would be mildly hilarious though she surprised him first by appearing out the door before he could even knock. Raising an eyebrow when she seemed to think she could push through him. "Bet I feel pretty real though," he winked.
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