-for Submariners because society got to her quicker than the rest of us.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"calum? are you alright in there?" olive asks from outside of the bathroom door. calum had left to go to the toilet about ten minutes ago and hadn't come back.
it was a little bit of a déjà vu moment due to the fact that calum had been asking the exact same thing to her less than five hours ago.
calum stifles back his tears and attempts to answer olive. "i'm fine, just ha-" his voice cracks as he fails to hold back the sobs at the back of his throat.
"what the fuck?" olive asks herself outloud before grabbing a coin from the kitchen and jogging back to the bathroom door, where calum's voice was still coming from in quiet snivels.
she uses the 2p coin to turn the lock on the door, revealing calum's hunched body sitting on the closed toilet lid. he spins his head around to face olive, then starts crying again.
olive didn't really know what to do - she had certainly been in his position (crying on a toilet seat) , but nobody had ever been there to show her how to comfort someone.
she walks over to the crying boy and wraps an arm around him. "hey what's wrong?"
he opens his fist. there,in the middle of his palm were three razors - one bloody, since olive didn't have a chance to wash it before she went to the shops.
she gasps ,taking a step back from him. "what the fuck are these, olive?" calum turns around to face her.
"i-i don't know wh-what to say" she stutters, really not wanting calum to leave her yet. shit,he probably thinks i'm a freak.
"why don't to start of telling me why! olive you are such a great person. you laugh at my terrible jokes, you appreciate alternative music, and you are probably the coolest person i know. so why the fuck do you feel the need to do this to yourself?" he shouts loudly , shocking olive.
"it's not that bad. i'm fine!" she says, trying to blow it off.
calum want taking it. " you're not fine. this one still has your fucking blood on it!" this made olive flinch. "oh my god, this one still has your blood on it!"
calum reaches out to olive,now standing up. he holds her hand, a few stray tears on his face. he pulls up her sleeve, revealing the scars from where she cuts. olive has never shown anybody her scars,and the fact that she trusts calum ,who she met that day, is big.
he cries, and kisses her wrist before pulling her in for a hug. "why,why,why?" he whispers. she sighs. maybe she should tell him about the fake profile.
maybe he can help? she pulls out of the hug and calum looks confused. she wipes away his tears and pulls on his hand ,leading him to the sofa. "i'll tell you what started making me unhappy, but you need to promise me that you won't tell anybody." calum nods, holding both of her hands.
"i promise." and so olive told him about the catfish,about how everybody left her and about the phone call.
by the time she had finished telling him, he was fuming. "how the fuck can they get away with it?" he says. olive just shrugs.
"it's alright ,calum. everything will be okay. they won't affect me." she tries to calm him down. calum was starting to scare her.
"how can you be okay if there is somebody out there to make you feel the opposite of that?" he asks. calum had begun to pace up and down her living room. olive just sat on the sofa,watching.
she looks down at her hands, chipping off her black nail varnish. "if they do start the account again i won't even be here to see it." calum stops pacing,very confused.
"what? where are you going?" olive looks up at him and he suddenly realizes what she means. he kneels in front of her on the sofa "no, you can't. i won't let you ,olive!"
she shakes her head. "you don't have a say in this, calum. you told me when we made the deal that you would leave me be after a day. after today, you won't see me again."
she takes his hands in hers "no. i can't do this anymore!"
so calum slumped down into olive's lap, crying. and olive massaged her hands through his hair, crying.
-unedited
