PUBLISHING PAPERBACK (after writing the final draft, I wrote this 2 years ago.)
"I see through those silent lies of yours, Liv."
𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, the girl who's known to be mute in school. No one knows why though, and she doesn't want anyo...
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As me and Olivia walk towards the edge I can't help but notice something seeming off about her now. I try to glance at her a couple times, not trying to seem like a creep, noticing just a frown on her now. It's so difficult to read her, to tell what she's thinking.
But I can tell she always looks scared, worried, and sad. Even if she's smiling-there's still that look on her face. Yet I still can't ever what it is.
We sit down on the edge of the cliff overlooking the city, it's nice up here. We don't sit too close so we don't fall or anything though. It's quiet, too quiet now.
I notice her pulling out her phone, typing away something. She hands her phone to me, letting me read what it was she typed. I've been here a lot too when I've needed to get away.
I thought I was the only one who knew about this small spot, the way to it and all. I still don't even know how I found it, I just walked and walked while pissed off so I didn't really pay attention to anything. "How did you find it? I thought I was the only one who knew about it." I laugh slightly, tension seems to fill the air.
I just needed away one day and somehow ended up here. I laugh again, saying "Same."
It's quiet again and I don't know if I should ask this question, but for some reason I do anyway. "Why did you need away?"
She doesn't make any moves to her phone for a while and I try to think of another conversation to fill the silence, getting a hint she'd rather not talk about it. But she starts typing then hands me her phone again.
My sister committed suicide, that night I just couldn't be home. I swallow the lump in my throat as I hand her phone back. Her frown is more than that now, she looks so sad and now I hate myself for even asking and making her bring up a topic like that.
I wanna hug her, but I think it's best not to. I don't know if she'd like that after all the times I've even just gotten a little too close she's flinched and tensed. I'm horrible at this stuff. I go to think of something to say until she quickly types something again and lets me read.
Why did you need away too? I contemplate telling her or not. She told me, opened up to me some so I feel I need to but I know I don't need to also. But I feel comfortable enough to tell her a little bit of the story.
"Me and my step dad, or well he was my step dad him and my mom just didn't last, thankfully cause damn I hated him." I tell myself to get back to the point of what I wanted to tell her. "Me and him got into a fight, a lot happened. It happened a lot, me and him fighting, so I was always leaving home to get away." There's way more to the story than that, though.
Why did you and him fight a lot? She asks and there's too many reasons to list. "He was just an asshole."
She nods and doesn't ask anything else about it. We both seem to catch onto the fact that neither of us really wanna talk about the reasons we ended up here.
