Veronica is not a fan of small spaces.
Of course, when she was little, she was perfectly content to cram her tiny little body into whatever crack or space she could find when Daddy wanted to play hide and seek. In fact, she excelled at finding hiding places that Keith couldn't quite wrap his mind around. Finding his six year old daughter curled in a ball on the top shelf of his closet, back behind some storage boxes had been quite a shocker.
Over time, the times he found his daughter in seemingly impossible places had diminished but her creativity had only grown; along with her continuously diminutive size.
She absolutely ruled the playground whenever a game of hide and seek came into play.
Veronica's ability to hide was unparalleled, both physically and emotionally.
And then she was trapped in a fridge and nearly burned alive.
And in all the chaos that happened once she had been freed, it had been just another thing she had locked away. After all, with her father in the hospital and Lily's killer finally caught, there wasn't much time for Veronica to cope with the events of that night. In fact, she was perfectly content to pretend someone else had been terrorized by none other than Aaron Echolls. Hiding from realities was one of her many expertise.
It wasn't until, several long months later, that she finally had to face up to the fact that she was terrified of small spaces.
In one of the worst ways possible.
Worst way in Veronica's imagination, anyway.
Hey look, I'm still alive...
This is the beginning of what'll be a relatively short multi-chap to get myself back in the swing of things.
Peace. Let me know what you think.