"Veronica, Hear Me My Child."
...
"You will One Day soon transcend the waves of time again, with my purpose of saving a lost, heart cracked, restless soul..."
"But for now, be at peace."
"Just for the meanwhile... , Vee. . ."— . . .
Veronica then, as the Loud, and All High, Holy echoed voice begins to leave her sight and sound, ... another voice starts to call out for her almost as if someone close to the girl, has been worried about her, this whole time. . .
"VEEE, ... VEE‼️"
"huh.. wha—" Veronica replies as a somewhat tall/shortish brown toned middle aged Man hugs her and afterward grasps the side of her arms, with a genuine look of worry and confusion as he shouts as patient as can be,
"Where the heck have you been Mija, me and your mother have been worried sick!!"
Veronica then looks around, standing in the familiar kitchen of what seems to be, and is... her father's house, and Veronica, silent with her voice and tone, starts to just whisper something odd to her father, while still trauma filled from all her friend's deaths of course...
"Was that..."
"Was it..."
"Was it all..."
. . .
"J u s t a D r e a m ?"
"Mija, what en el Mundo are you talking about",
The Man asks in a Desperate state of confusion in his eyes.
...
"I..."—
. . .
"I d o n' t k n o w ."
They both in the awkward moment just stand in silence as Veronica quietly asks her father one simple question.
"aye papa... can I go to my room? ..."
"I need to know where you've been first Vee and"-
...
Veronica stares straight and blank into her father's eyes as she just asks that one simple question... one more time...
"Can I go to my room."
...
"Please? . . ."
Veronica had then, walked into her bedroom.
She suddenly, out of pure curiosity and hopefulness that it was all just a bad dream... pulls out her cell phone she left on her bedside, and calls a specific contact from her phone.
*bbbrrriiinnngg*
*brrriiinnmgg*
*Bbrrriii*—
"Hello, who is this?", a strange female sounding voice had answered the other end of the call and as Veronica replied, "Hi... Hello... my names Veronica... I'm one of John's Good Friends.And...
...
...
"is..."
"Is John home?" . . .
The lady on the phone suddenly starts whimpering and crying as she forces herself to toughen up and stop for a second as to not worry the caller, and responds with absolute sadness, but still great honesty...
"May I ask who this is, ... is ... your name... Vee...by any chance...?
"Yes... w h y ...?" Veronica asks as she starts to lose the hope that everything would be fine and that her friend is and would be ok...
And with one last little curious question of slight hope, Veronica asks,
"I s h e o k a y . . . ?"
"Wait. . . you didn't know??... your parents didn't tell you?!? ...
"oh . . . ,I'm so sorry sweetheart. . ."
...
"But..."
. . .
"Our John's been M i s s i n g for over a year now."
"And we've just accepted the fact that he's—
*beep*
Veronica then, out of a mix of almost every emotion, suddenly, and in a deep sorrowing pain inside her soul... , hangs up the phone.
...