HOMEWRECKER {18+}

18

O L I V I A 

The young girl, Olivia Vance, was standing on a white chair as flickering lights were all around her, hurting her eyes, but that didn't ache as much as her bleeding back.

The girl was wearing her long white nightgown that had tiny red hearts all over it, while her bleeding back was exposed.

She was standing still on the chair like she was a dead person, and that's what she thought she was.

An object because objects are not alive, because at this moment, she didn't feel alive nor like a living person.

She felt like an object.

"My sweet little girl, smile for the camera," The mother told Olivia as the woman was holding a camera in her hands.

Click, click, click.

"You're so beautiful!" The mother's voice almost came out as a dramatic sob, at the pictures she took off her daughter.

Click, click, click.

"You're mommy's favorite little artwork," Eleanor said in a low, chilling voice, continuing to take countless pictures of her daughters ruined back and bruised face. 

Click, click, click.

The young girl had recently turned ten, and by that point she wanted to be gone from this earth.

That was also how she learned how wanting to die felt, desperately needing to end everything so that she wouldn't suffer ever again as she took another breath on earth.

But then she learned that she was not an object because objects don't have thoughts of death.

She was still a human and there was still hope for her, only because of those dark thoughts.

"Olivia?" A voice called out for me as I stood staring at nothing due to my memories.

"Olivia?" The same voice called out for me again, but I still didn't answer, it was like I had lost touch with reality. 

"Liv?" A hand on my shoulder startled me, making me turn towards the person who withdrew me from the memories which made time stop all around me.

Gabriel had placed a hand on my shoulder, but immediately pulled away once he realized how terrified I had been by his mere touch.

Each time I recall bits of my past, it is in those moments I despite the human touch the most, because my mother's touches were never gentle, they were always cold and brutal. 

"I apologize for frightening you, but you had been staring at that wall for quite a while," He explained, concern present on his features.

I didn't even realize I had been standing staring at the white wall, but I guess that wasn't surprising since the flashes of cameras were all around me.

As people were holding their cameras as they took pictures of their friends or the photos which hung on the white walls, since this was a photo exhibition Gabriel's college was hosting.

"Sorry, I barely got any sleep last night," I made up some excuse since I didn't want to tell him my whole life story.

"Didn't the sedative you injected yourself with work?" He questioned me.

Fuck me for recalling the past.

Now I have to make another excuse why I didn't inject myself with the sedative which he had taught me to do because he thought I would use it on myself.