I don't have the rights of the characters involved in the writing of this fanfic, I just dream about them from time to time.
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FOREWARNED IS FOREARMED: here you will find some explicit sexual encounters and they may leave bad taste in your mouth; there are also romance and fairy tales of a bittersweet flavor and every chapter smells of a song from the 90's. So the whole it's kinda intense because of my perv muses.
In the words of the poet: I didn't restrain myself. I gave in completely and went, went to those pleasures that were half real, half wrought by my own mind, went into the brilliant night and drank strong wine, the way the champions of pleasure drink. (by Constantine P. Cavafy)
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1. About a girl.
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"I'm not gonna hung myself up there, just gonna change my clothes and put a robe on, no ropes on my neck, I promise" Veronica teased her parents and got upstairs in a minute "By the way, I will endure living here if it makes you so happy".
She closed the door of her new bedroom relieved. She could still hear their voices calling from the dining room. She was not hungry and she was not in the mood for their usual third degree so she started writing on her diary with her back against the door, just in case.
July 15th 1995.
We've finally moved out and I've spent the whole day trying to convince myself not to murder my parents. I can deal with adding their names to this body count creepy life of mine. I swear I can. I just need gas and a match and there are plenty of both there in the garage. Maybe tonight it's a good one to tell them the truth they want to hear so badly it could be worse than a peaceful death. I'm not OK; I'm a fucking million light years away to be OK. I killed my best friend, I shot a guy in the chest and JD went boom in front of me, because of me… I didn't stop him I barely wanted to; I just put that cigarette on my lips and let the motherfucker burn, let JD burn to his very ashes. Why do I miss him so much? What's wrong with me? FUCK! I'm so fucked up it hurts.
"Darling! The soup is getting cold. Are you coming or not?" her mother sounded so truly happy, she was so easy to please. A big house for a low price and mum could smile for decades, no use for lithium again. That was fine, she wrote, then I could keep those pills all for myself.
"Veronica, answer to your mother!" her dad commanded.
"Sorry! It's been a long day!" she screamed from the top of her lungs "Change my mind, I'm going to bed!".
"It´s half past eight, sweetheart" her father's voice came from the stairs this time. He was approaching "We should have our first dinner in this house together, you promised to behave".
"I'm tired" she insisted. She was really tired, tired of speaking during meal times, tired of pretending she didn't remember her boyfriend exploding in front of the High School main building. It was just two months ago for God's sake, a new home and a new school couldn't take JD's death from her, nothing could and nobody will. She felt cursed, damned forever, so she wrote that on the page in capital letters.
"Let me in, sweetie".
Veronica got on her knees and looked through the keyhole. Her father was standing there on the corridor, ready to push her door open.
"If only I had the fucking key…" Veronica mumbled "Daddy, don't, please. Don't get inside. I'm naked and I don't seem to find my blue robe".
"I give you three minutes, and then I'm coming for you".
"I bet you will" she whispered "You don't mind what I want at all".
The CD player switched on and Nirvana 'About a girl' filled the room. It has been a year and three months since Kurt Cobain had died and he was still all over the radio.
I need and easy friend I do with an ear to lend I do think you fit this shoe I do but you have a clue
The girl stood up fast and got to the desk. When she was going to mute the song, she saw a basket wrapped with a purple lace and forgot about everything. Someone had left that for her. Inside the basket, Veronica found a little bottle with handwriting on the surface, it said "Drink me" and it looked like some kind of meth. She could also read "Eat me" written on a piece of dry mushroom next to the bottle and finally her astonished eyes met the last message "Welcome to wonderland", on a note tied to a silver key.
She hadn't noticed that present before, she was sure there was nothing on the desk besides that ugly vase full of dead roses. She realized the window was open and made up a reason for that too, someone could have climbed the old tree to put that on the table for her. The moment she thought that, she smiled with a crystal clear snapshot. She could see JD the first time he sneaked inside her bedroom. She felt like crying all of a sudden and ran to the door.
The silver key fitted on the keyhole perfectly.
"Thanks" she muttered. She closed the door, pumped up the volume, took out her bottle of pills and landed on the mattress as she swallowed two of them with a cranky smile.
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This is my first time writing a fanfic, also this is my first time writing in English. Until now I've been a ghost reader; I don't know if someone will haunt me on this strange dream I'm writing, but thank you anyway.
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