It wasn’t her fault. It could have been anybody really. When Veronika Auditore had enough to drink, she was an almost impossible force to control. Throw in her obvious rage issues and it was almost the equivalent of putting fireworks into a garbage bin. Eventually it was bound to explode.
Though the youngest Auditore preferred to stay close to Valence when she drank, strictly for safety, there were some nights where she found herself wandering into the other boroughs to see what trouble she could find. The bar’s name in question was unfamiliar to the brunette, but the bartender had been kind enough to serve the Italian as many drinks as her liver and stomach could handle. Ignoring the other patrons offers to help her home, Ronnie pushed her way out the front door and began walking. Anderson Island was unfamiliar territory to the young brunette, but what better way to become familiar than a drunken stroll?
She’d been walking for a few minutes when she noticed a building across the way that was completely dark aside from one of the rooms. Curiosity got the better of the young Italian and she quickly forged ahead to get a closer look. Looking through the window, she immediately noticed a familiar looking pixie-haired blonde. She should have walked away, she knew that. But there was something inside of her, some dark demon that overtook what small ounce of good judgment Veronika had, that encouraged her to walk several steps towards the side entrance and push her way through the door. The faint sound of music playing leaked through the walls as Veronika began making her way towards the studio in question. As quietly as she could, Ronnie slipped in through the studio door and watched for several moments as her former friend continued to dance and move in front of her. Sooner than what she would have liked, the song played out its final few notes and Veronika began clapping. She watched with joy as Jenifer immediately jumped in fright, before a look of relief washed over her face.
"Ronnie," she said breathlessly, "How long have you been standing there?"
Veronika remained quiet, choosing instead of reach into her pocket for a pack of cigarettes, extracting one from her pack and lighting the end.
"Y-you can’t smoke in here," Jen said with a nervous laugh, "What are you doing here?"
Undeterred, Veronika continued inhaling the harsh poisons from the lit cancer stick and remained completely silent. She watched as Jenifer began walking towards her, a look of concern on her face. It almost made Veronika burst out into laughter. Imagine, Jenifer concerned for someone other than herself. She reached a hand out and something in Veronika just snapped.
"Don’t you fucking touch me!" Veronika shouted, before shoving Jenifer back with every ounce of strength she had in her tiny body. Ripping the cigarette from her lips, Ronnie tossed it to the side as she moved to stand over her former friend who lay shaking on the floor in front of her.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Jenifer shouted angirly, staring up at Veronika harshly. Without a response, Veronika brought back her leg and landed a solid kick into Jenifer’s side. And then another. And another and another until the blonde gasped for air.
She should have stopped then. She should have walked away. She’d made her point. But she couldn’t stop. The alcohol fueled demon inside of Veronika wouldn’t allow her to stop. Not until she had finished the job. Walking over to the mirror that Jenifer has just been dancing in front of, Ronnie cocked back her fist and rammed the glass as hard as she could. Ignoring her bleeding knuckles, she picked up one of the broken shards and began making her way back towards her terrified victim.
"Get away from me!" Jenifer attempted to scream, her breath still not fully returned to her lungs from the kicks Veronika had delivered moments before. As she approached her, Veronika bent down and grabbed the back of her head and glared down at her, every ounce of hatrid Ronnie had for the girl radiating onto her. Before Jenifer had a chance to say another word, Veronika shoved the glass shard into her abdomen before swiftly ripping it back out. And then she did it again. And again. Jen’s screams in agony, her begging for Veronika to stop only fueled the Italian to continue her vicious attack until finally Jen was silent. Her blood stained the floor of the studio as well as the shard of glass Veronika held in her hand. Staring down at her handy work, it took Veronika a moment before she realized exactly what she’d done.
The sound of feet alerted Veronika that the pair weren’t alone and Veronika’s survival mode immediately kicked in. Rushing towards the exit, Ronnie made sure to take the shard of glass as well as the cigarette she’d thrown with her. Knowing police would soon be called, Ronnie took off down the street, ignoring the glass digging further and further into her palm. She had to get away.
Soon enough, Veronika found herself in an abandoned alley way, gasping for air as she fell against the brick wall of a building and stared down at her bloodied hand. And suddenly it was as if everything came crashing down on her all at once. She’d killed Jenifer Bennett. She’d stabbed her and killed her. Throwing the shard into the dirt, Veronika could feel her body begin to shake before leaning forward and heaving up every single ounce of liquor she’d consumed that evening. She’d killed someone. She gotten drunk and couldn’t see passed her rage and she’d killed someone. Someone’s daughter. Someone’s sister. A former friend and roommate. She wasn’t some nameless face in a crowd or an anomymous patron at a bar. She was a person.
Still shaking, Veronika moved to stand back on her feet as quickly made her way out of the alley and back onto the street. The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, which only fueled Veronika’s desire to get as far away from Anderson Island as she possibly could. Shoving her injured hand into her pocket, Ronnie hailed a cab and quickly got inside.
"Where to ma’am?" the driver asked.
Without another word, the driver pulled away from the curb and began driving. Slinking lower in her seat, Ronnie pulled her injured hand out of her pocket and examined it quickly. The cut wasn’t too deep, nothing she couldn’t fix up at home. The image of Jenifer’s lifeless and bloodied body was stuck in Veronika’s mind, like a song you just couldn’t get out of your head.
This would be the last time anything like this would happen. Veronika couldn’t let this happen again. It was in that moment Veronika made a promise to herself; no more drinking, no more partying, no more letting her rage be an all consuming monster.
She had to change, if for no other person than herself.