Varchie series

Chapter 7- promise

Veronica's POV.
I sat hand in hand with Archie, after the doctors had carefully examined all my wounds, the bullet had gone through my body, so I wouldn't need an operation. I would need stitches on my head, and I would need a blood transfusion, but other then that, I would be fine. Then, I noticed three familiar faces rush in the hospital. Betty, jughead, and Kevin. "Oh my god v" Betty said Hugging me with a tear rolling down her cheek "Thank god your okay" kevin said. "I brought you some food, though it would help" said jughead. Of course he would think of that. "I actually haven't eaten in days, thanks" I said. "Veronica, we were all so scare-" "I know" I interrupted Betty. "Me too, but I'm alright." I said. She nodded. "By the way Veronica, just so you know, Archie turns into a demon when your not around," jughead smiled. "Thanks jug" Archie said sarcastically. "For the record, I'm so confused are you two together now?" Kevin asked. And Betty shot him a look. "I doubt they've had time to talk about it" Betty said. "Actually..." Archie said. "Oh my god you guys!" Betty said. "Absence makes the heart grow founder" I shrugged. "Veronica just got kidnapped, and were talking about relationships" Betty sighed. Everybody chuckled. But me. I looked down, lost in thoughts. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kevin asked. He had probably noticed my absence. "Suddenly I felt my eyes start to water. "I'm just confused, what did the person want with me? What did I do? And there still out there, what if they come back, what if they hurt one of you guys what if-" Archie stopped me with a hug. "Ronnie you don't have to worry, the police will find the shooter, they know where he is now thanks to you"  Archie comforted. I wiped my eyes. "I know, I'm sorry". I apologized. "Don't be, I can't imagine what you've been through" Betty said. "And were all here for you if you need anything" jughead added. "Thanks guys" I said.
The next day
I had convinced my mom I was ready to go back to school. And as I walked through the doors, I started thinking she was right to want me to stay. Everybody starred. But nobody talked to me, as if I was dying and they wouldn't know what to say. It wasn't a big deal. I was fine. Until Cheryl happened, "Veronica! I heard you were back" she smiled. I nodded. "So, what happened?" She asked casually. "You want the long story of the short story?" I asked. "Short" she said. "Someone took me, they didn't know how to properly operate a gun, I got away" I joked. "Veronica, as much as I think you're dramatic, Petty, and self centred, you're truly a pretty badass person" Cheryl stated. "Um thanks.." I responded. "It's decided! I'm throwing you a party!" She said. "A party?" I questioned. "To celebrate your survival!" Cheryl cheered. "A congratulations your not dead! Party?" I asked. "What? You don't want a party?" Cheryl asked. "Well... You know what? I have never once turned down a party, why start now?"I pointed out. "Great! It's settled then. Friday
night at 8" she said walking away.

If only I knew then,  the heartbreak this party would cause. The complete destruction to my heart. The ruins it would leave my life in. If only I had known, not only would I have never have agreed to the party, I would have ran, as far away as I could, the moment I saw Cheryl. Because somehow, a hurricane followed in her footsteps.

"Ronnie" Archie said smiling. I turned around. "Hey archiekiens" I greeted. "What did Cheryl want?" He asked. "Honestly, who knows... I think she wants to throw me a party" I laughed. "That's odd" Archie frowned. "Well I'm pretty sure I have to be there, be my escort?" I asked. He smiled gently. "I don't know, you up for a party Ronnie?" He asked in concern. "I'm always up for a party" I smiled devilishly.  "Are you sure? I mean, a lot has happened recently, you went through some tough stuff Ronnie" he reminded me. "Archie, physically I'm fine, mentally, I'm home now. And certain things seem to be falling in place, it might be weird. But I'm happy. Happier then I've been in a while" I smiled. "Then I'd love to go with you" he smiled. "One question Ronnie," Archie asked. I looked at him. "Aren't you curious?" He asked. "Of who did it, and why, aren't you worried they'll come back?" He asked calmly. "Archie, I don't care what crazy psycho decided to do what crazy psycho things for whatever crazy psychotic reasons. The police are searching the forest as we speak, sooner or later they'll find the shack. and the shooter will be arrested.  It's not a hard case. Look arch, I'm so sick of running around playing detective. I'm so sick of watching people get hurt. I'm happy right now, and I just want to do normal things and actually enjoy my life" I admitted. Archie nodded. "Veronica, I understand. But when you were gone, you don't realize how miserable I was. I felt so empty, and mad at everything. And I know whatever I was feeling you were feeling ten times worse. So if that happens again-" "it won't" I interrupted him, taking his hand. "Have faith archie, I will always come back. I will never stop coming back. Because as hard as you try to run away, or pretend you don't feel what you feel. Life will always find a way to set you in the right direction. Right now, when I'm with you, I know I'm heading the right way. So I'm not leaving. And that's a promise I can keep" I said.

Life is a ginormous puzzle. When your broken down to bits. When your lost. Eventually, you have to start over. You have to pick up the pieces , and let go of everything you had. And as you rebuild your life, and try to make it just right again, sometimes.. you loose a piece. It's small, and sometimes you don't notice it. But every piece is  a part of who you are. What makes you you. Every piece counts. But you forget about it, you don't notice it. You go on with your life thinking your fine, thinking your the way you were. You may even try to fill the gap with another piece. But it won't fit. Not quite like the other did. And if you don't realize, that your missing something before it's to late. You will. Always remain........ unfinished. After Cheryl's party, I was broken. With the help of my friends, I rebuilt myself. I missed a piece. I'm unfinished. I always will be. Unfinished...........