Over and Over

Chapter 4

Hi, I'm back! I know I haven't posted in FOREVER, and I'm sincerely sorry! I had spring break, and then I started watching supernatural (which if you watch you'll understand) so I haven't posted. Please don't hate me, cause' I still love you guys! Anyways, I decided to do an extra long chapter to compensate. Once again, I AM SORRY ;w; so without further adieu, my next chapter!

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Caroline Blackwood was officially a nervous wreck. She had called Olivia dozens of times, sent about a million texts, and even tried calling Lizzie who always answered. She was pacing so much she was probably wearing a path into the carpet. Her nails were bitten down almost to the point of bleeding, and the lack of sleep mixed with not having a shower... Well, in kind words, the result wasn't pleasing. She had contacted the police and they had sent out an APB for Olivia, but nothing had come through so far. And it had been five days since Olivia first disappeared. She was sure that Lizzie's folks weren't doing much better, but couldn't work up the nerve to contact them. It was sad. She knew she had to go to work sometime, but it wasn't going to be today. She was scared of what might have happened to her daughter. She had been hitting the bottles, not that it helped much. Caroline just wanted her baby back safe.

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Olivia' s POV:

I am absolutely done, beyond pissed, furious, you name it. After I woke up and the swedish girl left, that was the last time I have seen another person. I get a tray with the three meals for the day. In my room there's a basin and a wash cloth that magically is swapped out every day. Other than that the necessities to live semi-comfortably: A toothbrush, toothpaste, two sets of clothes, shampoo, conditioner, a small bar of soap, and a hairbrush. Other than that, I have a small metal bed that I woke up on with pressed white sheets. And it's hella uncomfortable. I don't go outside, I don't see people. I stayed up from what I'm pretty sure was sun up to sun down two nights in a row. Watching for people, that never come. I also got no food those days, so I sleep now. They either want me healthy or extremely isolated. But I can't bust out of here if I'm half starved now can I? Why do they think they can just keep me chained up like this? Like honestly, what the fuck? This isn't even humane! I don't even have plan. I have nothing to go off of, no idea what is beyond the door. I guess I'll just have to roll with the punches. I just hope the punches start rolling.

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Lizzie's POV:

I have no assignment now. I have nothing to do, and I'm bored, and sad, and I did I mention: bored! I am trying to keep busy. Mainly because Olivia keeps cropping up in my thoughts, and to acknowledge that would be against the rules. And I am scared of the higher ups, and value my existence, so I try to ignore it. I don't feel like dying, not until I have something worth dying for. I decide to go eat, because why not? Besides the food court is kick ass. I take the elevator down to the third floor. As the doors open the warm smell of food invades my nose and I realize, I'm actually hungry. I walk out of the elevator and make a b-line for the pizza station. I grab three slices of cheese and three slices of Hawaiian pizza. It smells freaking delicious. I walk over to a corner where I find a group of people about my age, maybe a little older. My typical group is God knows where, but I usually hang out with whoever's around. I approach the group and stop a couple feet away. Do I really want to talk to them? Not really... I decide to head back upstairs and eat. Maybe I can read or something. Who knows, I just need to get my head on straight before trouble finds me...

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