Veronica sat on the balcony. Behind her music roared. Slowly her vision began to fade from large amount of alcohol use. But before everything was faded fully Heather Chandler walked onto the balcony. Maybe is was lucky she never saw Veronica sitting on a chair in the corner.
Chandler was teary eyed. She bent over the edge of the Balcony and looked down "Fools..." she growled.
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Her vision was back but her head was pounding with a headache. She grabbed onto her head to ease the heavy throbbing.
First she looked down to her body in night clothing. Then to Chandler resting her head on her chest. A loud gasp came from her mouth as she tried moving away. But Chandler wasn't budging.
Veronica went and poked Chandler's head to wake her up. But her head just moved back. She didn't start screaming until she noticed the blood dripping from the red Heather's face.
a loud scream came from her as she sat up. The blood was starting to spread onto the sheets and even onto Veronica. She quickly threw all the sheets off of them and jumped up.
Blood stained the side of her clothes. Due to the top being red the stain was barely noticeable.
She had so many questions. Like-
How did this happen?
or
Why can't I remember anything?
"Shit!" She whispered as footsteps came up the stairs.
"Veronica?" Her mother yelled sort of quiet.
"One minute!" She yelled back. Quickly she ran to lock the door. Then pick up Heather's clearly dead body and set it in Veronica's closet floor. She grabbed the stained sheets and threw them onto Chandler to cover her up.
The smell still filled the room and the atmosphere got heavier every second. She shut the closet doors and searched around for new sheets. She couldn't find any.
"VERONICA! OPEN THE DOOR!" Her mother yelled again.
"COMING!" she yelp and ran to the door. She cracked it open and looked out into the hall.
"Why were you screaming!?" Her mother said,worried.
"Nightmare..."
"Oh. Well try to go back to sleep." She hugged her daughter then went back downstairs.
What the hell!? Veronica thought to herself as she closed her door and went over to the rotting closet. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Chandlers body toppled out and spread onto the floor,the blood was mostly being caught by her clothing but soon enough it would get onto the carpet. She bent over and examined her dead body. So cold and limp with the scent of actual death. As she poked Chandlers face and poured water on her to make sure it wasn't a prank.
Definitely dead.
The memories slowly came back from last night. Still blurry but slowly becoming clear.
First, that came back to her was-
Chandler looked down,crying. She slowly stood up from the chair and went over to her. Veronica set a hand on her back. This made Chandler jump and quickly look to her.
"You-" she paused then hiccupped "okay?"
She shook her head "Why do you need to know drunk ass!?"
"Just wondering if you were okay babe." Veronica said unknowingly that she came straight out of the closet with one word.
"W-what?" Chandler made eye contact with the drunken Veronica that stood in front of her. A light blush blossoming at her cheeks.
"You didn't hear me?"
"I HEARD YOU, JUST THAT WAS VERY SU-" she was cut off with soft skin pressing onto her lips.
Veronica kissed her sweetly. "Shut up please." She said once they separated. Chandler gasped a bit and held a hand over her mouth.
Everything was flooding back. Then she luckily remembered that she asked Chandler if she wanted to hang out at her place for the night and most lucky of all the only reason Chandler was in her bed was because it started to storm and she completely freaked out. So Veronica comforted her.
But how did Chandler die?
Veronica searched her room for any clues on why this girl was dead. It seemed like a joke until she found a black bobby pin near the window. Just to make sure she checked the window and for sure it was unlocked. The bobby pin had black paint chipping off of it. Damaged most likely from age or being used a lot.
She knew Heather M used bobby pins but would never go to the lengths of murder, Only once did she ever see Heather Duke use one. But it was only because she was locked out of a classroom that had her stuff inside. Heather Chandler doesn't use bobby pins nor does JD.
What if this person doesn't go to Westerberg and Chandler was just an unlucky victim.
The only way to find out was to keep searching. Carefully, Veronica opened the window and looked into the flower bed that was on the other side of her window seal.
Only violets and daisys. To make sure she was staying on track and not missing anything Veronica stuck her hand into the flower bed and poked around. In the soil was a hair clip.
Why was this person loosing so many hair things? None of this made any sense.
The hair clip was dirty and....pink. Veronica was wide eyed as she looked at the clip. She checked the back of it to find a name printed in sharpie.
Ma-
The rest of the name was faded out. No way it was Martha. She was to innocent to do something as terrible as this.
Yes, Chandler was a bitch and very manipulative but she shouldn't have died.
Now to think about it Veronica was questioning why it was just Chandler who was dead and not her.
A/N: This story will not be continued! I'm sorry? Anywho, if you're wondering, Martha wasn't the killer. It was a random person I made up named Masie. Masie just likes killing people...0~0
Also this is unedited so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. °^°
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