ᏟᎪᏞᏞ ᎷᎬ! | Scream | [PART THREE IS UP]

39. Where's My Mind...?

Veronica sat atop the man, knife raised above her head, breathing heavily and covered in blood.

"Veronica...?"

Her eyes didn't move from the body, she didn't blink. Stu slowly approached her and kneeled beside her, "Ronnie... Can I have the knife...?"

She said nothing. He gently grabbed it from her, her breaths were shaky.

Billy immediately went to her side and helped her up, "Come on..." He said quietly.

Billy brought Veronica into the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet lid, while Stu was left to take care of the body.

Veronica's eyes were dull and wide, glazed over with tears. Billy crouched in front of her, holding her hands in his. "God, Veronica..." He started, his voice wavered, "I'm sorry... I wronged you... I- I did things I shouldn't have... I hurt you and that was wrong. I scared you- I traumatized you and now you're not... you're not you anymore."

Veronica swallowed thickly, the lump in her throat growing bigger by the second.

"I just want to... I just want to hold you and- and make it all go away... I fucked up... I am fucked up..." Billy admitted and put his head down on her knees, he trembled slightly then looked back up at Veronica.

He stood up and walked over to the bathtub and turned it on.

For the next ten minutes he and Veronica sat in silence, her on the toilet lid and him on the floor.

Billy turned the bath off and turned around, allowing Veronica to undress and get in the tub. He turned back around to see Veronica sitting down in the water, holding her knees to her chest.

Billy knelt before her, grabbing a sponge and beginning to rinse off the blood from her body. Veronica remained motionless, not saying a word or making a sound.

Billy stood back up and faced the wall as Veronica began to wash herself with soap. He heard her stand up and he grabbed a towel, turned around and held it out, averting his eyes.

Veronica wrapped herself in the towel, shivering slightly. Billy instinctively held her against his chest, resting his chin on her head. "You're okay..." He whispered, "You're okay..."

Veronica's face slightly contorted, her lip quivered. Her breathing continued to be shaky and uneven.

Billy led her into his room. It was the first time she'd seen it since she'd arrived.

It was dark in there, the lights were off except for a warm colored lamp in the corner of the nearly empty room.

Billy sat her down on his bed and left the room, only to return with fresh clothes for her to wear.

"Stu's getting the body taken care of... I brought you some clothes..." He said, handing them to her, "I'll be right outside... just give me a holler when you need me."

Billy left the room once more, Veronica got dressed in the underwear, pajama pants and t-shirt he brought her.

She opened the door to see him standing right there, he looked up and met her eyes. His expression was soft, not full of anger like it usually was. He looked... sad...

He entered the room and shut the door behind him, bringing Veronica over to his bed. She got under the covers and he sat in the chair by his desk, "I'll stay here... Just rest..." He said.

So she did...

A/N: Short, kinda sad chapter. Comment what you'd like to see happen next :)