The Silence Within

Prologue

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Oliver...

His name was Oliver Johansson.

And when he was in second grade, a boy named Finley Harrison accidently spilled grape juice on his favorite Spiderman shirt, leaving a large dark purple blotch in the center of it. Now that Oliver thought back on it, he was doing him a favor. The shirt was well-worn and ready to be tossed out anyways. Seven-year-old Oliver, on the other hand, was a wreck of tears and choked sobs.

At first, Finley thought it was pretty funny. And so did the rest of the class, apparently. But to the day he died, Oliver remembered the next words that left the boy's mouth.

"Here, take my shirt. You're Oliver right? Just call me Finn."

Oliver knew for a fact that Finley Harrison  still had that stained Spiderman shirt somewhere in his closet. The camouflage t-shirt he'd given to him was hanging in his own closet, separated from the others like a trophy. And he refused to toss it out, no matter how much his mother complained about keeping it around. Oliver loved the shirt, and he loved his best friend.

Years had gone by before they came across Charlie Lynch.

In fifth grade, it was kill or be killed, and Charlie was possibly the lowest on the food chain. While other boys focused on the newest games, the cutest girls, and the coolest sports, Charlie cared for none of the three. Rather, he worried over school work and what his father wanted for him. He wasn't allowed to go out like other students either. He'd simply tell Oliver and Finley that he had a baby brother to care for, and that his parents had split. His father was a detective as well, and that was only cool up to the middle of his fourth grade year.

Nobody wanted to be friends with the detective's son.

Oliver only vaguely remembered the first time he and Charlie had had a real conversation. It was nothing deep, but meaningful nonetheless, and they'd bonded. Though, Finley wasn't exactly bouncing off of the walls with excitement when he heard that Charlie would be hanging out with them more often. It took longer for him to fully adjust to the new company.

The intro of Skye Marshall into Oliver's life was possibly the most chaotic period he could even remember. The fierce girl and her friend, Riley Quint, had been paired up with the boys for a land run project. She'd made it more than clear that she knew what was right, and Oliver was more than fine with that. Finley wasn't going to argue either; it was obvious that he'd fallen head over heels for Skye's smiles.

Skye Marshall was the first girl the three boys befriended, and was quickly followed by the sweet (but sassy) Riley Quint. The band of friends was a close-knit one, with unconditional love and loyalty.

Oliver had never even dreamed of having so many friends that cared about him as much as he cared for them. He felt lucky when his friends looked to him with simple trust--they counted on him and he knew that he would never let them down.

In ninth grade, he grew attached to Scarlett O'Sullivan. She'd offered him a ride home when his car broke down in the rain, and had even insisted on paying to have the car fixed for him. Why she'd been so generous to Oliver upon first meeting was unknown--the gang hadn't even believed him when he relayed the events to them.

Scarlett was sharp, clever, and unforgiving amongst her peers. Her family was rich, and rumor had it that her father was never around. Despite their many differences, she and Oliver managed to keep a steady friendship over the years leading to his death.

Death.

Oliver had always imagined that death would be something that would only apply to him in his later years. Not once did it cross his mind that he would be saying goodbye so soon. Not to say that he had many regrets; he didn't. He lived a happy life and cherished every moment that passed by. He had wonderful friends and a nurturing family--and was well aware that it was a luxury some didn't have.

Still, he was unhappy.

Not with the years he hadn't lived to see, but the hole he'd left behind. Had Oliver known that he would be leaving his loved ones behind so suddenly, he would have never let himself imprint on their lives. But he didn't know, and departed with a feeling of dread and guilt. With his last ounce of willpower, he decided that even if he was gone, he'd help the ones who'd helped him before, so that they could find out what happened to him, and then truly move on.

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