[PLACED A YEAR AFTER HEATHERS TAKES PLACE]

Veronica was your roommate, you two attending Duke university together. She was quiet but kind. And never, ever, under any circumstances mentioned her past 4 years in high school.

You had asked and asked but still, she was stubborn. The trauma was new. It was just being an angsty teen for her. She had killed 3 people with her psycho boyfriend then killed him.

But, one night a few weeks ago, you had snuck in some alcohol on campus and had gotten drunk with Veronica.

Guess what happened? While sipping on a bottle of shitty beer in your arms, she told you everything. Being a part of Westerburg High's most popular clique, about JD, about killing people, everything.

Now, for her? Things are awkward. She doesn't want to avoid you but she also doesn't want to answer any more questions.

Veronica was studying at her desk in your shared dorm, humming along to some music on the radio.

You were talking, she was fine with your rambling until you said something stupid about "fixing her."

"Look, dude," Veronica sighed, rubbing her eyes. "I get it. But i'm too far gone. There's no 'fixing' me."