Finding out that chewing gum can help with self-harming habits such as cutting and anorexia or bulimia and the fact that this can lead to compulsive chewing behavior.

People: Huh, that's weird

Me, an intellectual: *throws a chair and screams at the top of lungs* SHE'S NOT OKAY

The place was much different from a teenager's eyes than it was from a child's. To her when she was eight it looked like the most beautiful and amazing thing in the entire universe. To her now. It was gaudy and way too pink. Well, that's what you get, Veruca thought reminding herself that pink was her signature color and well she was little, the bigger was the better.

In her childhood bedroom, the mind-reader lamented over her lost innocence. This was her favorite place in the world because this was where she was safe from other peoples' thoughts. She carefully lowered herself to the plush carpet, the soft strands brushing in between her fingers. This was the place where she hid from her father when he tried to bring her to board meetings and find spies and traitors within the company. She hated hearing such hateful and dirty thoughts within her head so she always did her best to avoid the other business men that her daddy associated with. Now, it seemed like she heard them on a daily basis. From the strangers on the street, to the men that her father shook hands with, to her father, himself-all Veruca could hear were the disturbing thoughts that contorted her naivety into a tragic adultness at a young age. Veruca sighed.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on her flowery pink door. A smooth, deep voice muffled through the wood addressed her.

"Veruca, sweetie, we need you in the 3rd dining room. Come down at once, if you would please." Her father simply stated, awaiting her reply.

"No! I don't want to talk to people without opening my mouth anymore! It's boring! And the men are creepy!" The voice coming out of her mouth was higher pitched and whiny. Veruca internally cringed at her own voice when she was little.

"Veruca. We need your ability to help the company, there is no other way. You must for the good our family."

Veruca felts the feelings of guilt and responsibility well up inside of her. She stood up and opened the door to face her father.

He loomed over her, his height exaggerated from the smaller her perspective. His long, dark face had prickly, dark hairs around his mouth and chin. His salt and pepper hair was pushed to the side of his face. And his stiff suit gave him the appearance of a funeral owner. If Veruca didn't know better, she would have thought this the corpse of a man that came to eat her brains.

She refused to let him intimidate her however, as this was the next thing out of her lips.

"I want a pony." She said, before walking away. Veruca congratulated her younger self for her tenacity. No wonder she's so stubborn in the future. Giddiness bubbled inside her as to her younger self this was the first time standing up to her father like this. And she definitely planed on doing it much, much more. Her father knew that if he wanted something out of her, he will have to pay the price. And today's price was a beautiful, white midget horse.

As she descended the stairs she could hear hushed voices whispering inside of her head. They weren't loud but words she could catch didn't sound good. Words like 'experiment' and 'subject' and 'spoiled brat' were very clear and very loud in her head, compared to the rest of the sentence. Veruca placed her hand on the railing, as a means of support for herself. She could hear her father's footsteps behind her, slapping against the white stair case. At the bottom of the stair case, Veruca saw the guests in the 3rd Dining room. The white stair case turned into a tainted gray color.

The man was there. The creepy man with the page-boy haircut and the gaunt, angular face. He looked exactly the same in all of the memories despite the differences in time. His tall, dark purple top hat dipped a bit over his face, shadowing one of his bright purple eyes. He was smiling excitedly talking to his much smaller companions. These were the men in the blue suits. Finally able to get a good look at them, Veruca noticed that they were small in stature and had dark skin and a weird gelled haircut. The strangest thing about them though, was that all five of them looked exactly the same.

"Can you hear me."

Veruca looked around, she heard someone talking to her but no one was looking at her.

"I know what you can do."

With that sentence she knew what was going on.

The man was talking to her with his mind, she wouldn't be able to respond to him, but she was sure that he knew that he was getting his message across. His message was that he knew who she was and he was definitely going to do something about it. That scared Veruca so much that her hair stood on end, statically. The man, done talking to his companions turned to her, staring straight into her soul.

"Well, aren't you going to answer me?"

Her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Veruca, this is Mr. William Wonka. He wants to form a joint business with our nut company." Mr. Salt explained haughtily, proud of himself and his business as it interested someone enough for a joint company offer,

Veruca shook like a leaf under his gaze. Guess that would make him the wind then, Veruca thought to herself-realizing that everyone was expecting her to respond to the introduction. She attempted to collect herself. She took a deep breath and tried to stop her white-tight clad knees from knocking,

"My name is Veruca Salt. It is a pleasure to meet you." Veruca said, curtsying to him with her head bowed. Her heart was beating so fast. It felt like her heart was expanding inside of her chest and it was incredibly painful. She took another breath and forced her head upward to give the crazy person in front of her a toothpaste-commercial smile.

"That's right little girl. You should be scared. Everything you know isn't real. I'll show you what is real, you, spoiled brat."

Charlie thought that it was a bit strange when Violet started prodding his arm randomly. She ran her palm down the side and he finally decided to ask, ignoring the chills that resulting in the indirect touch from the girl.

"Um, what are you doing?" He managed to ask. His only reply was a humph sound from her before she flopped unto his arm. He jumped a bit at the sudden contant and weight under his left arm but quickly was able to relax at the warm that ensued. Oh. Charlie thought. She was checking to she if she could touch him if it wasn't skin to skin contact. She wanted some place to lay down. Which was understandable seeing as they had no idea what time it was. Whether it was day or night was a complete mystery to them. So Charlie could imagine that everyone here was pretty tired and hungry. Charlie couldn't help an easy smile come to his face. He looked down at the girl resting on his arm.

She was dozing peacefully, her eyes closed and her face relaxed. It was a surprising and beautiful sight all in one. A voice cut through the loving haze in Charlie's mind.

"Why are you laying on him if you could get frosted? Honestly, that's a pretty stupid decision And what about poor Charlie? What if he needs to use his arm?" Mike asked grumpy, the bags under his eyes weighing him down as he slumped, his armed crossed.

"He has the other one." Violet replied groggily, leaving her yawn uncovered.

"You're so selfish." Mike said, taking a seat next to the two of them, chuckling a bit at Violet's antics until she flopped onto him-to which e responding with a perfectly manly cry of protest.

As Charlie was thinking of how much he missed the weight on his arm and the warmth that it provided he noticed that Veruca's breathing had picked up. Her breaths were now very shallow and raspy.

He stood up abruptly, enough to make him dizzy and he ran to her bedside, knowing, just knowing that she was waking up. That still didn't prepare him from getting bonked in the head from Veruca sitting up immediately out of her coma.

"I know who he is!"

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, things at school are starting to pick up and you know…I'm kinda relapsing, but I promise that I'll try to update at least once or twice a month

Joy Kathlyn: I think I just might make all of the ships in the fanfiction optional, seeing as then certain people prefer a ship over the other, and sometimes stop reading because it wasn't their ship-but their will be plenty of moments for you to fangirl over *pinky promise* I promise

Dragonserpent18: I was wondering if someone would ask me about the powers because I do have specific reasons for giving certain people certain powers. I gave Augustus super strength not just because of his size but also because of his shy disposition and people have a soft spot for big, strong guys who are actually just giant teddy bears. I gave Veruca mind-reading because the original intention was for her to also develop an ability to make people do what she wants them too, but I thought that it would make her character more snarky and dynamic if she was just a mind-reader. I gave Violet fire powers because of her temper and warm color-based features-She's incredibly fun to write. I had a hard time deciding who would have ice powers and who would have telekinesis, Charlie originally would have had telekinesis but I switched last minute.

LinkWonka88: Thank you so much for your support, your comment honestly made me cry. You see, I don't see myself as that good of a writer compared to other people but I love receiving praise which is why I post things on various websites. It really is people like you that are a light in the darkness for me

JOHNHAMMOND1993: I'm glad that you are such an avid follower of my work, it's nice to have at least a couple of fans to a random puzzle piece story like this one. To answer your questions (the ones without spoilers) Veruca was transported into her subconscious, meaning that the memories that made a lasting impact are embedded there-this should be the last flashback before they start planning their escape, there is one more important detail I need to get across before that happens.