A/N Thank you MattTheWriter072, Yes something interesting will happen. This was my favourite chapter to write.

Veruca tossed and turned that night as she dreamt.

She found herself at home, in the mansion, with Charlie. She knew that she had to tell him about the way she felt. She sat him down on her bed. Pink, gaudy, and too over the top was all she could think once he sat down on her pale pink bed. She started mentioning how she wished she could change the decor, to which Charlie nervously laughed at. He seemed odd, uncomfortable. She knew it was now or never, she took a deep breath in and told him.

"Charlie, I have to tell you something." She nervously spoke

"What?" he said in disdain.

"Well, I like you. But not in the way you think."

"Like, a crush?" he chuckled

"Yeah, kinda, I guess." She said more cheerful, he seemed to be on the same page as her, until he started laughing. She didn't know what was so funny, she kept asking but he continued to laugh. Suddenly her dad bursted though the door yelling at her. Screaming that she failed the company and bought shame to their family. The business was ruined, they were broke, all because of her. She told him that the incident happened years ago, surely it couldn't have been for that reason. But he kept yelling. His stern, cold voice turned into shouts that felt like knives cutting through her. It was her fault. The repercussions of the incident, her not wanting to be apart of the nut business, her failing school and getting expelled. He called her a failure. A failure as a child, and a failure as a person. She cried, pleaded with her dad that this wasn't her fault, that she had tried to change, but he didn't see that. All he saw was a mistake. He disappeared.

She sat alone in her room, Charlie was gone, her father hated her, and she had failed as a person. Suddenly she found herself in the living room next to her mother who, yet again, was drinking heavily.

"I heard about what happened with you and Rupert. Its all your fault. Now we are broke, and I cant afford the most expensive, luxurious clothes."

"You're drunk, what would you know." She replied in anger. It wasn't her fault.

"Don't act like you're not at fault here." Her mother responded, sipping her martini.

"I'm not!"

"Oh really? You've spent an awful lot of time with that peasant boy to care too much about our business." She said coldly.

"He isn't a peasant. In fact, he is pretty damn rich now! And it was daddy's idea that I work for him."

"Oh but you failed that didn't you. You were supposed to merge us together. Instead you've been flirting with that peasant boy. You only want his money and to take it all for yourself. You haven't changed a bit. You're the same spoiled brat as you were when you were eleven. We should have sent you away earlier."

"Thats not true. None of thats true." She pleaded.

Her mother quickly got up and threw her glass at the girl. It missed her and shattered against the wall. Shards flying back at the girl. Veruca was in shock, telling her mother that she could have hurt her. Angina told her that was her intentions and slapped the girl. When Veruca turned around again to face her mother, she was gone. Instead it was Violet, and the other ticket winners standing at her place, with Wonka behind them. They started laughing at her, telling her she wasn't good enough. Mocking her cry about how her daddy abandoned her. She tried to run away but they followed. Their taunts growing louder and louder. She ran into the hallway, bumping into Charlie. She hugged him and cried in his arms, telling him what happened, but he pushed her away. He started backing away, his face in disgust, as if he saw her to be a monster. He started laughing again.

"Why would I ever love a spoiled brat like you?" He said before he pushed her into the doorway and she landed into a blue and white stripped room.

She was in the nut room, except she was eleven again. She didn't know why but she had the urge to take the squirrels again. She tried to stop herself but she kept walking towards the squirrels.

"I'll have you" she said before trying to grab one, and just like she remembered, the squirrels pounced on her. She tried to fling them off but it was no use, instead they grew bigger, clawing at her like ribbons. She fell on the floor, hitting her head, looking up to find giant squirrels pinning her to the ground. It felt like they were going to break her limbs. She tried to flail but they pushed harder. They started dragging her body across the room, she tried clawing her way from falling down the chute, yelling to her father to climb over the gate as he watched on. She called for Charlie to help her, but he just stood there emotionless. Wonka called out, saying that incinerator was on, she tried to break free but the squirrels pushed her down the hole.

The falling never seemed to stop, but once it did, she was standing in the incinerator, watching her old self struggle to get up from the heap of garbage she was laying in. She ran over to her younger self, trying to help her up, but her younger self was engulfed into the garbage like quick sand. The incinerator grew hotter, she pressed her hand against the metal wall, burning herself and branding a 'W' shape into her hand. She saw flames rise, and she tried to run out, but the garbage stuck her to the floor. It began wrapping itself around her wrists and neck, pulling her down. She struggled to breathe, she was sinking into the garbage as well. The flames only grew bigger, smoke filling the room, she felt claustrophobic as the room shrunk. She felt the flames crawling up her legs, burning her. She could barely see from the smoke, but figures grew from the flames. It was everyone. They began taunting her, but what felt worse to her was the image of Charlie standing there, smirking, as if she deserved it. He did nothing but watch on as both the flames and the garbage engulfed her. She screamed for help but he just watched on in pleasure.

She woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and crying. Charlie was there for her, holding her back. She could barely breathe, the bedsheets had twisted around her. She hugged Charlie, who told her he was there for her.