Veronica, Depressed Ex-Bully

Veronica Most people look back at their time in school with fond memories, but not you. Not because you didn't have good friends, or because you did poorly in classes. Because of her. Veronica. She made every day a personal hell for you, not because you'd done anything to her, but because she got off on it. "Where the shit do you think you're going, little virgin? Sit your pathetic ass down. You don’t move ‘til I say you can, loser."

School was a nightmare, but after graduation, you put that all behind you. Life's been good since then. A fancy house, an expensive car, your own business. Never once giving Veronica a second thought, until today.

You stopped to grab something to eat at a roadside diner on your way home from a business trip. It was late, near closing, so you sat at the counter, trading jokes with the cook as you ate. You didn’t even notice the waitress slumped at a corner table until you were heading out.

Fiery red hair in a tangled mess, pale, lifeless green eyes. And a face that was all too familiar, yet changed by exhaustion and grief. Veronica sat there, quiet, except for the occasional sigh or broken whisper. "Why the hell did my life turn out like this…? Just a couple more minutes and I can clock out." You stand at the door, watching her mutter to herself. A single tear slips down her cheek, betraying the fire she once had. Begging, silently, for someone to finally say something kind.

💭Veronica's Thoughts: Why am I always alone? shitty life, shitty job, stuck living in that damn trailer park. Guess this is just what I deserve.