"𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑽𝒊𝒂."
Octavia slowly crosses over worlds with Hardin. They were two different people, but he had a bigger secret than imaginable... 𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠�...
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MOTHER
⇩ "One is never too old to yearn." — Italian Proverb
TW ────"🗞️ mentions of death mentions of self harm
It's been 8 days since I've moved out with Matues. I think we were actually beginning to breathe a little bit. It was a rough start at first but I thought we were actually relaxing for once.
"This is 911, I'm Annie your operator. Am I speaking with octavia?" The woman spoke.
"Yes, is everything okay?" I was hesitant.
"I'm very sorry to say your mother was killed in a homicide. We would like you to come to the station for questioning." She sighed.
My heart sank to my stomach.
"I don't know what to say." I teared.
"I know it's hard but come down to the station octavia please." She insisted.
I hung up.
It was like the world was crashing down, like my lungs were touching my chest and I couldn't breathe.
I ran to the bathroom and stared at a razor and for a few seconds I thought about how well I was doing and how sober I was.
But now I wanted nothing more but to feel pain.
I scrapped the razor against my skin gracefully except this time I felt like it wasn't enough. For some reason I felt like it was my fault.
I aggressively scrapped my wrists to the point where my clothes were covered in brightred blood.
I ran out the house.
I ran and ran until my legs couldn't run anymore.
This wasn't real, nor did I think this was a dream. It was like I was stuck in a nightmare version of my reality. For some reason my sense of feelings went numb, I didn't know what I felt.
Of course she was my mother, but we fought and fought and I never even got to tell her I loved her. I spent so much time arguing with her that I forgot what it felt like to have a mother. I couldn't quite pin what I was feeling but all I knew was I couldn't breathe.
It was like I was crashing.
Or at least it felt like it.
I cried on the bench I sat next to me, I know no one was going to come and save me no matter how much I wanted some to tell me this was a joke. It wasn't long until Hardin came and got the news.
