Broken Bond (A Hotel Transylvania Fanfic)

They Think I'm Mad...

Olivia's POV:
"... Dead..."
"D-dead?... Why, Griffin, why?..." My world spun and broke down around me, I had to be more destroyed about this than anyone else in the hotel. I only knew him for a few hours, but they were best few hours of my life...

It didn't fully hit me until a few minutes later when the witch shook back my thoughts, "Would you like t-to see, Sir, Miss?" There was a question, did I want to see one I my best friends' dead body? I would hate to see Jodie's at the time, but I'd seen so many things no girl my age would see, that this kind of thing was almost nothing now. I slowly nodded, as did Dad. Mavis sat in silence, not moving, she just sat still.

We were taken down a flight of stairs and into a room with a sign on, 'DO NOT ENTER!' I assumed this was Griffin's room, this was where he was.
I was suddenly having second thoughts about it. Even though I'd experienced so much already, maybe seeing one more body would break me. But I had to see. He would want me to see, to move on.
The door creaked as it opened, I shut my eyes tight, a foul smell wafting into my nostrils. 'Open your eyes, Olivia. Don't be afraid...' For some reason my mother's words came to my mind, from when I was young and was afraid of the cliff top. I wasn't sure why I thought of that, this was a different situation entirely, but it just seemed... Relevant. My eyelids lifted up and there he was... Covered in so much blood I could see everything about him, his closed eyes, his small, button nose, he resembled a young man, a really young man.
"H-how old was he, Dad?"
"Too young... 200, how... Did this happen?..." Griffin was one of his best friends, but a lot younger than him, centuries younger, in fact!
"Oh... Griff... There's so many things I wanted to say to you! And now it's too late. I'll... Miss... You..." I croaked as I hugged him, not caring about the amount of blood that was getting onto my face. As long as it didn't get on my Mum's dress, I couldn't have cared less about where it went.
Way too many things had happened that night, Mum, Griffin, we found Frank. All I wanted was a happy 118th birthday with the people I loved. Dad shook his head and left the room, going back upstairs to go to Mavis, leaving me alone, weeping over Griffin.

"Aww. Poor little, broken girl. How sweet." I sat bolt upright, it was the voice from the woods,"Tell me, girl, why didn't you save him? You let him die!"
"I-I-I..." I was completely lost for words, and wasn't thinking straight, maybe he was right, maybe it was my fault.... "I'm sorry! Griffin, please forgive me!" I heard a low, evil chuckle come from the shadows,
"Oh, he won't forgive you. He'll know it's your fault! He trusted you, Olivia..."
"No, no, no! It's not my fault! I didn't do anything! I won't listen to you, you can't control me!" I wouldn't, I couldn't let this voice tell me what to do, I knew I couldn't. So I tried to fight it.

"Olivia... Face it! You know everything is your fault! Don't try to hide from the truth..." I clutched my head and started yanking at my hair, hoping this nightmare would end, "Your fault, your fault!" I kept hearing, it sounded so close to my ears, I began to feel smaller and smaller, my heart beating faster every second, the walls were closing in,
"YOU'RE NOT REAL!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs, I then felt a huge smack accross my face, everything returned to normal and I was staring into the ocean blue eyes of Mavis, "Olivia... Are you okay?" My head was shaking violently, but I wanted to say I was fine, my breath slowly returned back to a normal pace,
"I-. D-don't hurt me, Mavis. PLEASE! I'm just a broken, little girl..." Mavis looked concerned, and worried. "You... Think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"Olivia, you're fine... What's happening? You should speak to somebody." I glared down at my friend's body, blood still spewing out of it. I returned to my last position of weeping over Griffin, "You don't understand... Just go! GO!" I yelled. Mavis stepped back, looking hurt," And don't tell Dad about any of this!" She somwhat gladly left me, I heard her trudge up the stairs.

"What am I doing here?..." I whispered to myself, "You would know what to do, wouldn't you, G? Oh..." I still enjoyed to call him G, it brought back every memory of me and him, all of them made me smile. I closed my eyes and remembered every second I spent with him, from his first to his last joke.

My eyes began to feel heavy from all of the crying and I soon found myself drifting off, "Goodnight, Griffin...

I'll never forget you. Never..."