May 22, 2006 22:09
Even as she turned in the bed, half-asleep yet, Veronica knew something had changed. Wherever she was now, it wasn't home. Her heart was in her throat even as she pushed herself to sitting in the compound bed, her breath coming fast and hard and angry. She dressed in silence, feeling like she was going to choke. She felt disgusting - light-headed and dry. It was better to concentrate on her immediate physical ills.
Veronica wasn't the kind of girl who cried a lot. She didn't want to cry or talk away her grief, wilt away in woe. Even so, she was wiping fiercely at her eyes as she walked into kitchen in search of food and drink. It was evening. No telling how long she'd been out - overnight, a few hours, days. She drank until she felt sick from that, too.
They took Lilly again. She'd got her back just to lose her again. "It's not fair," she seethed, the words sticking. It was stupid she knew, and she'd never expected life to be fair, but this - this was just sadistic. Slamming the cup down with force, she got up and fled, moving as fast as she dared out of the compound before breaking into a run. She had to be by the water now.
[Angry little blonde here. Everyone's welcome, but I wouldn't want to push her buttons just now.]
jim halpert,
veronica mars