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‘ get the HELL off of me. ‘ she has to elbow her way through the crowd of boys, reaching and leering at her, grinning with fangs she supposes all teenage boys have.‘ hey, veronicaaaa. ‘ she hears, somewhere in the back of it all, from kurt, and someone yells ‘ show us those tits! ‘she’s going to strangle one of them. she’s going to strangle ALL OF THEM.small hands find a doorknob, fiddle with it until it clicks open.somewhere outside, someone says ‘ we were just being nice. GOD, bitch. ‘ and their friend knocks loudly and purposefully into the door. ‘ she’s gotta come out s o m e t i m e , huh? ‘ veronica’s stomach twists.locking the door with a quick click, she falls to the ground and finally takes in her atmosphere. she’s landed herself in what might be a bedroom? maybe a storage room? possibly a closet, these are rich kids. she reaches and pulls a blanket from a shelf, not caring whose parent yells at them for it in the morning, wrapping herself in it tightly.for what seems like hours, the party rages on, veronica seemingly stuck in the room, and the party not quieting down.‘ sun’s comin’ up! ‘ someone yells, and the stereo whistles to a stop. ‘ UGH. ‘ she hears, and veronica rolls her eyes. she’d nearly forgotten- heather, heather, and heather were all members of the bustling crowd.she peers up at the window and considers climbing out.it seems to be her only option, so she sheds her blanket layer and pushes herself through the window, falling with a solid thump on the greenery below.she can’t really look up at the sound of a voice, soft and worried, above her, but veronica hums in agreement when they ask if she wants some water. she sips it slowly, aware of the feeling of a hand running through her hair as she does. ‘ does it look alright? ‘ she asks, and the stranger assures her that it does, and that she should just CALM DOWN. the hand brushes through her hair again, and veronica smiles to herself. ‘ be safe. ‘ the stranger says, and somehow, it doesn’t sound sarcastic. a wisp of blonde hair catches her eye as the stranger stands to go, and veronica’s heavy eyelids begin to close, landing her gaze on their yellow skirt.‘ heather. ‘ she hears, and she believes her savior might respond ‘ coming, heather! ‘
