Gone for Grief

~Chapter 2~

     The next day seemed to creep upon her, arousing her brain though chaining her body to her mattress, draining the strength from her as soon as she attempted a feeble spring for evasiveness. Confinement had become a source of comfort for her with a lack of other options. Her heart seemed to sink through a murky pond that portrayed her future, clouded with solitude, entitled with no charitable founders to support her through her tragedy. Her detachment from the outside world had ensured her pessimistic view on the world and her disengagement from Aunt Charlotte's conversations had left her proving her point enough for her aunt to conjure a petite drop of remorse. She abruptly stood up suddenly as if a propelling spring had completed its length of taciturnity and was compelled to contribute a new series of thoughts through the rusty wheel that elapsed throughout her brain. Her ideas were represented as thoughts composed by machinery which was what she was idolizing for she contemplated the result of taking actions that were crucial and not producing, in her newly found reclusiveness, emotions, especially emotions that concerned loved ones, which she had none left of in her life... Aunt Charlotte resembled a character plucked directly from the hands of a fearsome nightmare. If called upon, her aunt would most likely refrain from protecting her existence, even in the most dire situations. Still, she struggled to compose an answer to conclude an approach to her new life, staying with her parents close colleagues would create a more pleasant stay, though she felt that her mother would take more pride in her if she continued her perilous stay with her aunt. The decision loomed overhead threatening her if she choose the wrong answer, she dwelled over it until her aunt came to her at precisely 12:00 and demanded an answer to where she would stay, one day near the end of July. Her insides began to churn lividly at the lack of compassion , through her outer features started to resembled a statue, poised in the most astonished position, slightly near the reaction of a rabbit froze with complete terror awaiting the malicious actions of its predator. Her exiled state left her in a standstill not choosing a choice. She was in quarantine, a state of absence from all of existence.

     " Olivia dear, I need an answer promptly, you have been keeping this decision until the last minute, train tickets are dwindling". Olivia's head slightly began to curl upwards, her teeth bared, did her aunt even consider contemplating the harshness of the decision placed upon her? Though before her desired vocabulary could slip through, her mouth began to open without the presence of her brain.

     " I will..." she stuttered allowing her sudden burst of confidence to drift from her grasp. Her aunts grin progressively stood stock still retaining to a lowly smirk Olivia retained to a state of withdrawal. " I WILL NOT BE STAYING HERE ANYMORE!" The power of her words almost knocked the wind out of her aunt, the words seemed to sail from her mouth leaving her desperately attempting to bestow all the flimsy letters back into the dark embrace of her stomach.She briskly flew out the door and returned to her state of remoteness nestling herself between the wall and the floral print of the obtuse comforter. She sobbed into the intricate pattern, overtaken by dismay and too sorrowful to embrace the vibrant hues shining back at her. She would always cryptically disengage her thoughts and feelings, to grievous to carry on and vanquished with desolation. She gazed out the window, smeared with grime clouding the view of anyone wishing to peer into the hillside home. Olivia sat there, gazing out upon the bustling city. At long last she fell into a vast slumber, content with knowing that her segregation was known and displeased with knowing her parents were dead.