1. Welcome From the Devil "I'll always be a welcome. Sometimes, even a welcome to hell."
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*This chapter contains racist topics for the time in America the movie is held in.*
BOOTS CRUSHED GRAVEL, THE SUN LIGHT CASTING LANKY SHADOWS IN FRONT OF THE TWO WALKING FIGURES. While one was at peace, living the worlds present with a chin high and eyes curiously watching the swaying branches on trees, another was mournful in their past memories. August air in New York was excruciatingly warm, making skin to sweat and become sticky even in the thinnest layers. Hair sticked to glistening foreheads and necks like a designer was glueing together a new piece of art to a harsh fabric. But even in the heat, the two still wore dark blue jeans and chunky black boots which might as well have puddles of sweat trapped in the thick leather.
Veronica glances to the quiet girl at her side, her caramel skin that glows underneath the suns spotlight brushes against her paler skin so feathery it felt as if someone was swiping the tip of a paintbrush on her arm. It wasn't common for the two girls to be so quiet for so long, their mouths always trying to catch up with their fast minds leaving them to talk gibberish that they could only transfer to proper english. But Veronica let her have her space to think, her hands falling into her jeans back pockets as they continue their quiet yet comfortable stroll.
New York City's tall buildings stood proudly just in the bright blue skyline, showing the state of New York her beauty to tease the ones that could only say they lived on her outskirts and not in her presence. She stood with her jewelry shimmering in the light of day, blinding a few drivers as they made their way to work honking and swearing at the car in front of them for driving so sluggishly slow.
"How much longer?" Veronica sighs through her nose at your soft voice, glancing down at your lanky shadows that always seemed to be one step ahead of you two. When you two were young you would always try and outrun your shadows, making friends with them and playing games as if they were young girls in the town you two befriended. But as the two of you chased you were never fast enough and the shadows were just always one step ahead. You would chase and chase all day until the shadow slowly grew into the dark as the sun fell to slumber and the waking moon made its slow climb to the very top of the darkening navy sky.
It always needing coffee to run according to schedule.
"About forty minutes until you leave to go back home," Veronica answers you swiftly and informative. She wasn't happy about you going back, she would be losing the only person who had the same mind set as her all over again. The two of you are so close that when you were younger you always thought Veronica was your sister. She believed it also, but your beliefs were crushed underneath the very thing that brought fire to burn in your veins at the very word.
Racism.
Veronica's first visit down south to your home started off well and fun. Two little girls playing in their lawn all by themselves and their shadows to play with, arms linked at the elbow as their giggles brought a joyful childish outlook to the very bland world. It brightened up every color so much that it was almost like those colorful expensive crayons Veronica had gotten from Santa for Christmas that year.
