It all started when Martha tried to kill herself. She was aware of them, painfully aware of their presence. She could hear them in her head, see them, feel them. Their hands reaching out to her, words whispering praise about how far she's come. It was all too much.
Veronica ran toward her house, desperate to get there quickly. She could feel a ball of dread sinking her down, and she knew she had to get there as soon as she possibly could. All the way there, she could feel the presence of Heather, Ram, and Kurt. They were there. When did they get there? Voices around her, telling her about how far she's come. How she deserves that red scrunchie. How she should join Heather in hell. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to get rid of the voices to no avail. She continued, legs feeling like they'd give out under her.
Finally, she got to her house. As soon as she stepped in, before she could get up to her room, her parents stopped her.
While they spoke - Veronica could hardly hear them. Something about how her mother knows what she's going through? Right. As if - she could still feel them. Still hear them. She was desperate to get away, knowing JD was coming. Knowing he'd be here any minute. And...after killing Heather, Ram, and Kurt...she had a feeling she would be next. She had to hide before he got here, before…
As soon as she could, she slipped away, running upstairs to her room. She tripped a couple of times, but got back up, continuing in her path.
She could already tell JD was at her window when she ducked into the closet, closing the door shut behind her. She curled up into a ball, eyes shut tight with some tears leaking out, as JD tried to convince her to join him.
She could still feel and hear the ghostly presences. When her eyes flicked to some of her bedsheets in the closet, the ghosts beside her seemed to still and quiet. She closed her eyes again, weighing the pros and cons, before making up her decision.
Even after Veronica faked her own suicide, the ghosts were still there. They never seemed to lessen. She was always aware of them. As she found herself running toward the school, desperate to stop JD's schemes, she could see them flicker in and out of her periphery vision. They were following her, and she was powerless to do anything but let them follow.
Even as she ran into the gym, to the boiler room, they were there. Following her. She could hear them whispering, though she had no idea what they were saying. Her fight with JD, her running out with the bomb, JD following her...There was never a silent moment, never a still moment.
So after the bomb blew up, killing JD, and the smoke and noise cleared...Veronica wondered why it was so silent.