Bipolar

Chapter Twelve.October marshall

Rob called me last night right after the breaking news was live, he was panicking and as soon as the other end went quiet I drove over to his house to find him collapsed on the ground, his TV shattered. I took him home that night. He slept in my bed and I was on the other side of it. His own Dad killed his mother. He may have hated his family, but he loved them too.

I woke up with my bed empty and a Rob sitting on the floor looking emptier. He was cursing under his breath until he looked up at me.

"O-ollie? Are you awake this time?", he asked, I simply nodded. Myra tired me out yesterday with all of her 'tea' to share. Sometimes I don't believe she can call herself a tomboy. She kept on calling me that nickname I hate and I could barely stand another word. Rob walked up to me and touched my cheek like he was afraid I wasn't real or something. Then when he confirmed that I'm a living being, he strangled me in one of his bear hugs. I hugged back awkwardly, tapping his back lightly, trying my best to breathe. We stood there for what seemed like ages, until he slightly loosened his grip and I stumbled away from him even more awkwardly. He still seemed unsure of something,

"Is this real? I feel like she's going to walk through that door any minute. Is this all a bad dream?", he murmured, holding both of my elbows and looking down on me. Of course he's asking me. The girl that turned into a freak at six when her grandma died; when I first found out I was bipolar, my grandparents died in a car accident; I loved my nan, the tragedy-it triggered me to have one of the biggest breakdowns of my life and suddenly I was bipolar. But I guess this isn't the same though... .

I took a deep breath.

"You're just in denial, don't worry, my family says you can stay here since you're a legal adult. Anyway, I still see nan-", I stopped myself. That's enough information. I tried to fit in a smile, but I've been crying myself. Amber was so nice to me, she treated me like a normal person..

Rob tried to return the smile himself, but failed miserably.

"I know you're still getting over your nan dying, we can talk", his eyes were filled with sorrow, but still strong enough to talk. "No, no. It's fine, you're Mum just died, anyway, I was six. That's gone now, I barely remember her",

lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.

I looked up at him to find he was affected by saying Amber was dead out loud.

"Sorry", I mumbled and sat on my window cill. His eyes were guarded and distracted by something in the background. I looked out the window. Nothing was there except my cat, Bruise. He shook his head like he was getting rid of a thought,

"Sorry, I just zoned out then. What did you say?", I squinted my eyes suspiciously at the grey-eyed boy.

"I swear you've always had a problem with Bruise, you always look at her like she's a demon", I tried to lighten up the mood. He shrugged and sat at the corner of my bed, staring at his reflection across the room. He looked down miserably and looked me in the eye. "Thank you for letting me stay here Ollie", The nickname he created for me all those years ago rang in my ears. And suddenly it meant more to me than anything.

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I went to the nearby dairy to buy some panadol for Rob's headache, I walked through the door to hear a 'ding' to inform Avik that someone had entered. "Hello princess", Avik smiled, I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname he's been giveing me since I was two. "Hi Avik", I acknowledged him for a second before walking to the back row of the dairy. Panadol, panadol. No. Not ibuprofen. Actually... I might take that too...

I searched the shelves until I found some panadol. I was about to walk to the counter, but Tristion entered. Hooded and shady and walked up to the counter.

He pointed-what looked like a gun- to Avik's chest.

"Give me the money", he kept his voice low and steady, I hid behind the very back shelf. This is not happening.

"Sir, sir. P-please.... Please leave the store-", Avik started mumbling a prayer in a different language under his breath.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 111.

"111 what's your emergency?", a woman's voice answered.

"Hey, um... I'm here in Matamata dairy a-and, I think it's getting robbed. I know the robber, his name is Tristion Clark. He's got a gun and is threatening to shoot my friend Avik", my voice was so shaky I felt that if it didn't stop, Tristion would hear me... .

"Okay, the authorities are on the way, stay where you are", she hung up. I swallowed nervously, hardly able to move, I quickly texted Rob.

-ROB. AVIK IS GETTING ROBBED.

Wait- r u ok? R u serious-

-yes I'm serious. And TRISTION IS ROBBING HIM!?!?!

Do you need me to come? Is avik ok?-

-I'll call u and u record. Don't talk, just record. If I die, u'll have evidence

... .-

I quickly pressed call and the other end was just intense breathing.

"Maybe... . maybe I'm scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about everything I need and want.", He murmured an old poem he made when he was twelve... I thought it was so corny at the time, but now it kinda calms me down.

"Don't be afraid Ollie... I'm here... I won't leave you", my heart started to slow down from the comfort as I heard sirens pass by. He is the only one who can calm me... "are you recording?", I breathed unevenly into the phone. "O-ollie. T-the news, R-iley.... c-committed s-s-suicide...

Y-your m-m-m-m-mum....", I waited for the rest of the sentence but it never came.

I looked up at the mini Tv hang up on the wall of the dairy and gaped at the breaking news.

"There has yet been another series of murders on Vincent street... the following are deceased...

Wyatt cullen-", I listened in closely, my eyes ripping out of the robbing scene to pay full attention to the screen.

"-Amy holly, Sam sun, Rosa Carvia, Camile potae-",

I set off an ear piercing scream, throwing whatever was near me and crying until my face felt burned off. Tristion was long gone. Avik with a bullet through his chest, blood covering the whole floor behind the bench. Mum, Riley, Avik, all of those innocent people. dead.