144 Youre Looking Very We (1/2)
”What's with all the shock? Don't tell me you didn't expect this!?” The image of Veronica on the huge TV screen on the wall flickered ever so slightly every now and then as her serene voice boomed throughout our surroundings. ”Psh! You're a bunch of silly kids!”
I then took a step back; I'm sure my mom informed her about her plans, so there's no need for me to take her attention way too much.
”Why can't you just accept that people move on, Veronica!?” The salesman screamed out loud with his fingers shaped like a falcon's talon, trembling profusely. ”We're done with you, and that's final! We don't want your bullshit anymore!”
”Nah. That won't do.” Veronica uttered as her beautiful face beamed a mesmerizing smile while the TV screen itself would glitch every now and then. ”You don't have the right to move on from me. All you gotta do is obey. That's all.” The lady on the TV uttered lazily, not even wanting to have a serious conversation with the people harboring hatred against her.
”You're a bitch, Veronica! The only thing you know for real is that you're a god, but you're not! You will never be a god, and soon, everyone in your fucked up megachurch will see just how much of a manipulative piece of shit you are and realize that you're just a whore with a god complex!” The nurse let out her hoarse voice to reiterate the anger spewing out of the void in her chest--a void that Plural Heights had created within her.
”Girl, please! You allowed three men to use you in my office last year! I even have videos and recordings of it everywhere! Stop lumping me with your kind; I have receipts!” Veronica's voice suddenly raised, which is an unexpected sight since she had managed to keep a level head for a while now. Maybe she just hates being called a whore, you know?
”ENOUGH! I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!” The policeman then gritted his teeth as he shouted out loud with his muscles bulging from within his tight uniform. He then rushed towards the TV screen with his hands balled into a fist, ready to strike the TV screen.
”I won't do that if I were you.” Veronica chuckled upon seeing the muscled man rush towards her colossal face on the wall.
Nevertheless, even with that warning given to him, the policeman kept on running with his arms both raised, ready to strike the TV screen till it shattered into million glass shards. When his fist finally landed on Veronica's nose, the policeman suddenly let out a chilling cry. He raised his hands in the air while gripping his wrist tightly. There, I saw that the skin around his knuckles had begun to melt into a pinkish liquid substance. The policeman continued to scream as his whole hand began to turn into a reddened bile-like thing, leaving only his bones intact, dangling around like a Christmas decor.
”Told ya,” Veronica said before she laughed out loud so damn hard that it almost made my ear bleed. However, the way she uttered her fit of laughter has this sort of quality in it that just feels so... fake. It felt a whole lot like she's forcing herself to do this entire broadcast in general.
The policeman continued to scream as smoke started to exhume out of his already melted hands. ”AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!?”
”None of your business. Now, let's get on with the order of business, shall we?” The woman on the TV screen uttered ever so joyfully with the voice that I could only describe as angelic.
Suddenly, water started sprinkling from all around us. That was when I finally had time to assess the situation at hand, realizing exactly where we are and what the surrounding looks like. The floor, the walls, and the ceiling are all plastered with a shining white square porcelain tile. I know very well that the room is well-lit since I can see everything so clearly, but because of the sudden sprinkles of water getting bombarded right at my face, I couldn't quite figure out exactly where the light source is, could be from above us for all I care. I also noticed that everything around me is white other than the TV screen while the room itself is huge enough to contain about a hundred people.
I then realized that there are holes all over the walls, the ceiling, and the floor--holes small enough not to be able to see at first glance but big enough to make water squirt out of it in the form of rivulets being spewed out from every direction of my body like a laser made out of water. It made me remember about that time when my mom forcefully showered me when I was just a boy. I remember getting seven bruises after that session. It was fun.