𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

◈ seventeen ◈

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seventeen
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"I feel like im dead, and this is the stop before going to heaven, like those TV show moments"

"you're not dead"

"how would you know?" Ollie remarked,

Tommy flicked her forehead, "did you feel that?" he jeered, and she only responded with a soft "ow"

"if im dying, can I at least have a meal? Like the people do on death row" Ollie complained.

"yeah I'll give you food, but you're not dying" I mentioned before heading to the kitchen.

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"this is the suckiest last meal I've ever seen" Ollie sighs as she throws a slice of an orange into her mouth.

"it's not your last meal" Tommy set his head in her lap.

"Tommy you need to stop denying the fact that im leaving this cruel world for a better place!" Ollie explains nonchalantly,

"oh god" I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"im ready to go chill out with Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, and the rest of the 27 club" She smiles,

"you're not twenty-seven" I sigh,

"eh, 10 years won't make a difference" Ollie snickers,

"you're not dead" Tommy reminds,

"who else can I hang out with? Wait—am I going to heaven or hell? I might be going to hell—wait I don't even believe in god" Ollie laughs as she has a conversation with herself.

"how long is this going to last?" Tommy asks,

"no idea" I sit down at the foot of the bed.

"damn. I won't be able to talk to you guys for a while" Ollie pouts, "BUT I will be able to talk to Eliza Hamilton! Not Alex though because he was a douche—will you guys tell my story? Who wants to live, and who wants to tell my story? Since im the one dying." Ollie looks at both of us, waiting for an answer.

"no one's gonna tell your story, except you, since you're alive and well" Tommy says blankly.

"i just noticed something, I might be able to talk to my parents again" Ollie nods, "that's gonna be a little awko taco"

"this is so sad" I say from my chair.

"yeah im dying, of course it's gonna be sad"

"do you wish for me to be sad?" Tommy raised his eyebrows,

"of course not!" Ollie consoles, "im just dying, expect it b*tch"

"she's gonna be really disappointed in a few hours when she's not getting high with Tupac" I mention.

"I'd rather be high with you guys though" Ollie pouts, "dying sucks."

"how many times have I told you that you're not dying—" Tommy stresses.

"34" Ollie finishes,

"you kept count?" I raised my eyebrows,

"I count everything nowadays" she sighed, picking at her nails.

"stop ruining your nails" Tommy swats.

"I can't help it" she groans,

"hold my hand instead" Tommy gives Ollie his hand and she gladly takes it.