CHAPTER ONE
the cleaning aisle of sainsburys supermarket seemed endless to olive as she walked towards the thing that she really wanted. when she finally found the bottles of bleach, it was way too high for a girl of her height to reach.
the first attempt to get the deadly substance in her hands was to jump as high as she could, and then reach out to grab the bottle. but that didn't work, all she managed to do was to knock down three packs of kitchen roll.
the next attempt was to try and snatch the small stool that was placed at the end of the aisle and then moving it to the where she would need it to be. that didn't work, either, as her lack of food ( and any other substance, really ) made her too weak to move the light object.
so olive just stood a few shelves underneath the bottles and sighed, sometimes weakly lifting her hand, reaching for them. after about ten minutes of just staring , she felt someones presence behind her.
a tattooed hand went straight across her right shoulder , grabbing the bottle. she turned around to see a guy around her age holding the bottle of bleach out for her. she pulled up her hood and took the bottle, trying to hide her eyes that were bloodshot from crying.
"thanks." she says with a little smile only because she was trying to be polite but in all honesty she just wanted to pay for the thing and get out of there.
"no worries,"the attractive guy says with an australian accent,"i had been watching you for a minute there and figured you needed help." she looks up a little and then begins to walk to the tills before feeling someone grab her wrist.
fuck that hurt, she thought. after glancing down and seeing that the tattooed hand belonged to the same boy, she spun around to face him, who had a worried look on his face. "you're not going to hurt yourself are you?" he says in an almost hushed voice.
olive only snorted and looked at him in the eyes. "if you are trying to prevent me from hurting myself, you're a little late. goodbye." she then walked off, and waited in the self-service line. she was not expecting the boy to follow her, though. "look, you're beautiful. you don't need to hurt yourself."
she chuckled a little, "thank you, even though i know this isn't pretty. stained mascara and a bed head? yeah, so attractive." she moved up in the queue and carried on talking to him. "beauty isn't everything , anyway. it's what's inside that counts."
the brown haired boy looked so confused. i guess he didn't understand the concept of someone not liking themselves. "and you seem like a great person! there is no need to do this." he followed her to the tills, two had become free next to each other which was very convenient for him. not so much for olive.
as they payed for their things, olive's being a bottle of bleach and his being a couple packets of sweets. "there is every need to do this. everybody that i have ever been close to has left me, and i suggest you do before i end up punching you in the face."
he laughed as they took their bags and began walking out of the shop into the london rain, olive walking a little faster in attempt to lose the guy. "i doubt that you would damage my face, babe. you couldn't even move that weird stool in the aisle. "olive sighed and stopped walking. "are you going to keep on following me?"
he thought for a second, "if you are planning to hurt yourself then.. yes."
she rolled her eyes and turned around to face him . before she could talk, he beats her to it. "listen, if i stay with you for a day and you are as terrible as you say, i'll leave you to do as you want. but just let me have a day to convince you that you're not as bad as you think."
she just wanted to get out of there, and kill herself. but he was not going to let her do that if she didn't at least give him that one day. "deal" she holds her hand out for the boy to shake, which he does with a grin.
"i'm calum. and you are?"
"olive. now hurry up before i beat your ass."
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