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December 4, 1989
Dear Diary,
It's been a month since J.D. was blown sky-high. I can't get him out of my head. I close my eyes, and I see him. Reaching out for me.
"Our love is God."
And then, nothing.
I wake up in a cold sweat. I have this dream almost every night. I throw up every morning. Mom and Dad are starting to ask questions. I can't believe no one's blown the top off of this yet. But, I guess J.D. kept his promise when he said our tracks were covered. The police didn't ask me anything about Heather, Kurt, or Ram. They just asked about the explosion. I told them I didn't know why J.D. did it. They knew I was his girlfriend, but I guess enough people vouched that I'd broken up with him that they didn't consider me a co-conspirator.
At least I was actually innocent on that front.
- Veronica
Veronica closed the book and stood from her bed. Her whole body ached, but it had for several nights now. At first she thought it was her period, but it was nearly two weeks late now.
Somewhere on the edge of Indiana, there was a small hospital. In that hospital, there was a coma ward.
And in that coma ward, sans one leg and hearing in one of his ears, with countless scars and burns all over his body, Jason Dean woke up.
December 16, 1989
Dear Diary,
I took six pregnancy tests, and they all said the same thing.
Heather won't stop laughing.
What the fuck am I going to tell Mom and Dad?
I am dead. Dead dead dead dead dead.
And I feel bad for this womb-dwelling chest burster, too. They never asked for this.
- Veronica
December 18, 1989
Dear Diary,
Dropped the bomb today. Staying at Heather M.'s tonight. I'm not kicked out or anything, but there are only so many disappointed looks a girl can take. Mom just cried a lot, and Dad said, "I still love you, Ronnie, but I'm shocked at how careless you are."
Haven't told Heather yet. Jesus, what will I do when I'm huge and everyone knows?
So much for being the new sheriff in town.
- Veronica
February 28, 1990
Dear Diary,
Times I've been called a slut today: 3
The average is finally going down! The good thing about Westerberg is with so many students, someone else was bound to screw up real big sooner or later. I guess people were finally bored of picking on me.
Heather and Martha have been great. Heather kicked Jenna Green off the cheerleading team for spreading rumors that I don't even know who the father is, and Martha's just been helping me prepare for the fact that I'm going to be in charge of a tiny life soon.
I talked it over with Mom and Dad, and we decided to keep it. They'll help me raise it.
Yes, I realize this is a stupid decision, but it's a stupid decision I feel like I have to make.
- Veronica
April 16, 1990
Dear Diary,
I'm carrying twins.
What the fuck.
- Veronica
August 10, 1990
Dear Diary,
Audrey Heather Sawyer: born at 9:07 AM. 7 pounds, 2 ounces.
Grace Martha Sawyer: born at 9:29 AM. 7 pounds exactly.
Exhausted.
- Veronica
October 18, 1990
Dear Diary,
I have a job! I am now a typist at the local temp agency, and I have a weekly column in the Sherwood Gazette. And Mom says she can watch the twins while I'm at work. Heather and Martha help me on the weekends and after work. I hardly have any nightmares anymore, and according to Dr. Nathanson, Grace and Audrey are perfectly healthy girls so far.
I think it's all gonna be okay.
- Veronica