All through out that week I was thinking about how I had gotten nowhere. How that stupid diagram was not actually a lead as I thought it was. But most importantly, I was thinking about what Veronica said.
"It means we'd be together forever." She said she was skeptical about being my friend because of what happened, but after what she said about the drawing, I had hope that maybe we could still be friends.
And so today, a whole week since I saw the diagram, I decided to look for her at school and talk to her about it. Or at least get her to want to talk to me.
And so, today, when lunchtime came round and I went to the football field instead of the cafeteria, I was glad that I saw Veronica.
"Ve-ronica?" I stuttered when I saw her. She was seated on a bench, staring at the opposite edge of the field. "Is it okay that I'm here?"
She didn't answer. She didn't look back, she didn't do anything. She just kept staring at the edge. No baguette, no lunchbox, no nothing. Just Veronica, the bench, the field and the edge.
I stood my ground where I was. I wasn't sure if I was to go back or if I could move forward. There was a choking silence between us then. Very suffocating. Until,
"I'm sorry." I said. My throat was suddenly dry and so my words came out croaked. "For everything that has lead up to now. And I just-" I paused and sighed deeply. "You said it meant we'd be together forever and I want us to be together forever...if possible." I felt tears roll down my cheek. "It's just that, I have no one else. And I need you right now, Veronica! Now of all times." I said and sniffed. "I need someone to help me get through this. Someone to talk to. Someone that'd understand!" I wiped my cheek. "I promised we'd be best friends forever. I don't want to break that promise."
It was silent. I could hear the wind whistle even.
"I need you right now, Veronica." I sighed. She still didn't move, or reply, or anything. It was still just Veronica, the field, the bench and the edge.
Then finally she moved. She brushed her hair back. But that was it, nothing else.
I stood there in the silence and the whistling of the wind for a little while longer. Letting the wind tussle my hair a bit as I stared at Veronica, as she stared at the edge. And then I left.
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School was lonely and boring, just like it had been since that whole experience. After school, I made sure to go through all our favourite places, just in case Veronica was in any of those places waiting for me.
She wasn't.
Disappointed and frustrated, I just went home.
I trudged to my room with intentions of slumping unto my bed, something that had proven to be a ritual then. But before I could do that, I saw a piece of folded paper on my pillow. I glanced around and noticed the window was open. In utter confusion, I walked up to the side of my bed and picked up the paper.
'Meet me at the abandoned street by 6pm . -Veronica.'
"That old street?" I muttered. We had been there a couple of times. We go there to talk and hangout sometimes.
Well, we used to.
It was already six pm, so I freshened up and left as quickly as I could.
By the time I got there it was already almost dark. Most of all was that I didn't see anyone there.
"Veronica?" I called. "Veronica? Are you there?" I called out again. "I'm sorry I'm late, I got home late."
"It's okay." I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around and it was Veronica. "I got here late too." She added and giggled.
"Oh okay." I said, laughing nervously.
She jogged passed me to a corner that turned into another street and then turned around to face me. "Come on,I wanna show you something." She said and started running down the street. With no reason to stay behind, I followed her.
I turned that corner just a second before she turned another. And she kept turning and turning and I kept following, just a second too fast to get lost. Until she turned another corner, and when I turned that same corner there was a dead end with a badly damaged car, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Veronica?" I called out softly. It had gotten dark now and the place was starting to look spooky. "Veronica?" I called again, this time I had walked to the middle of the street.
"Yes?" I heard someone say from somewhere behind me.
"Aaarghh!" I screamed as I turned. Right there, at the corner I had just turned, was a figure, standing under an unstable streetlight in a way that made the figure look like a silhouette. Then the figure came out from the light and I saw that it was Veronica.
"What's the problem?!" She asked, looking very spooked. Probably even more than I did.
"Oh. It's just you." I said laughing. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Then in the blink of an eye, Veronica was right in front of me.
"Veronica, how did you-"
She grabbed my right hand and lifted it to the level of my head, staring right into my eyes.
"What's there to not be afraid of, Nicole?" She asked with a smirk. And as the streetlight glitched, so did Veronica. And then she was gone.
"Ve-Veronica?" I whispered. I was scared, tears rolled down my cheek and I was shaking. I couldn't understand what had just happened. My next instinct was to run. I wasn't sure exactly how we got here, but I could try.
But then, instead of running, I found myself turning to face the other side. Turning to face the damaged car at the end of the street.
"What's going on?" I muttered, but from only the left side of my mouth. The right side didn't move. I tried to turn around, but my right side wouldn't budge. It was like I had a stroke that was affecting only the right side of my body, except it stood, and it stood firmly.
And that's when I felt it. That's when I felt like something was pushing my soul to a corner in my body. A feeling that I can't explain but I could just tell.
"Guess what Nicole?" I said. Well it looked like I said it, but it was from the right side of my mouth, I didn't mean to say that and it wasn't my voice. It was Veronica's.
Suddenly, the damaged car started to creak and rattle. "Now we're gonna be together forever!" And then the back door burst open. And out of it crawled the girl, the dead girl. With the raggedy hair, the raggedy clothes and the leaking skin. And then she ran to me, just like she ran to me in the nightmare, and she grabbed my neck and lifted me up from the ground. "Except for one tiny detail." The dead girl pulled out a knife from underneath her gown and placed it in my right hand.
"There's going to be more of me," Veronica's voice said from me as the girl lifted my left hand with one hand and held unto my neck with the other. "And almost none of you!" She stated as she slashed my left hand with the knife.
I screamed in pain as they both laughed. That laugh that literally haunted my dreams. The turkey with a lady's voice laugh. And as they laughed, the girl's eyes seemed to laugh along too. And that was when I noticed, for the first time ever, that she looked just like Veronica.
"Veronica what's going on?!" I managed to scream.
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Veronica Blue
Paranormal'Me and my best friend, who looks so much like this girl. We were in a car. Suddenly, the car tumbled and we were upside down. We began to choke as smoke filled the car. The windows wouldn't come down and the doors were jammed. "Promise me we'll be...
