Hollywood's Biggest Mystery

(5) Not So Happy 18

The hair dye at the tips of my hair, the only place I really dyed my hair an unnatural color, is slowly fading. Nick keeps coming over, but I never answer the door. I still don't get why he can't tell me how he knew Taylor. I've been trying to put the pieces together, but nothing is adding up.

"Maybe he was lying to make you feel better," that annoying nagging voice we all have in our head.

"Well, I don't like liars anyways. Therefore, I still don't like him," I state as I rub blue dye into the tips of my hair.

"He onlys wants to make you feel better."

"It's a part of his job."

"Or maybe he is just trying to gain that old friendship back."

"Shut up."

"Olivia! I brought food!!" I hear Nick shout from downstairs.

"Nick! You don't know how to use a doorbell." I yell as I start to walk downstairs.

"I do." He says as he starts setting out food on the counter. "But then I thought, 'Why use the doorbell, or knock, when I know she won't answer.' So I just let myself in."

"Are you going to tell me how you knew Taylor?"

Nick sighs. "Not yet. But I will soon. I promise."

"I would kick you out, but you brought me food, and I'm hungry."

"Do you not realize what today is?" Nick ask a little bit into me eating a burrito.

"Should I?" I ask with my mouth full as I was taking small bites.

"It's your birthday. How could you not realize that? You're 18! You can drink!! And you can use your fake I.D. without getting questioned!!"

"Aren't your parents cops?"

"Yes...." I was about to say something, but Nick beat me to it. "We're going out and I'm taking you shopping. Sweats and Hoodies aren't going to be school material, espically in Florida. Plus, I know you would look amazing in less baggy and blah clothes."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, but I'm working on it."

"I'm sure she'll be a lucky girl. But do we really have to go shopping?"

"Yes, because incase you didn't realize it, it's hot outside and your clothes match winter."

So 20 minutes of aruging, having my head shoved into the kitchen sink to wash the dye out, thrown into the car, dragged into 12 stores total and trying on basically anything in my size, is how I spent the rest of my birthday.

No one called me. No one texted me. Not even my parents. I thought that maybe one of them would have at least texted me or left me a voicemail, but they didn't. I mean, I guess I shouldn't have put my hopes so high considering I've basically ran away....although it was their idea.

"You okay?" Nick asked me as we put my bags in the back of his jeep.

"Yeah, I guess." I answer quietly. "It's just, I've realized that now I'm really all alone. That I only have you...."

Nick hugs me tightly and burries his head in my hair.

As the words left my mouth, I gained a sour taste in my mouth. The words lasted and lasted, like I was being punished. It was my fault. I pushed people away and now I have no one. My firends won't even call anymore, neither will my parents. Hot tears slowly streamed down my face as realization hit my like a brick of walls.

No one loves me. How could they? I mean, I fought against everyone and their opininons about Taylor and I got hurt. I was thrown in the deep end as a child and no one told me how to swim. I'm slowly slipping. Slipping away from everything. I've been pulled down to the darkness of my mind and my thoughts, and now, I can't wake up.

I'm g o n e .