Gone for Grief

~Chapter 7~

      Olivia's cooperation with Aunt Charlotte was severed as Olivia's and Aunt Charlotte's interrelation was destroyed with the increase of Aunt Charlotte's temperature.

     Aunt Charlotte stumbled down the stairs clutching a boiling hot cup of coffee that held a stereotypical beige cover and a small handle that barely allowed her to slip her hand through the crevice that was shaped to appeal to consumers. Her coffee sloshed in the containment of her cup, almost slipping over the edge. Charlotte's fever resembled the components of her coffee, if tampered with it could potentially go above the healthy temperature and could even cause a heart attack that could push her into a coma, featuring Olivia, timorous in the wrath of remoteness. " Hey kids..." Aunt Charlotte attempted to appear reticent even with the clear signs of fever. " I thought I would see you off to school today, after all you guys are star students!" 

     Her mockery of a persistent and positive personality failed miserably in the eyes of Olivia and Matthew, they shrunk away from providing assistance in her state of need to prevent her from knowing their knowledge. What they didn't apprehend was Aunt Charlotte's anticipation for the evening as a result of her doctor's appointment that concerned her fever, that was consistently creeping up... Olivia returned home to a hollow knock on the door that did not receive a heavy patter of the floorboards, a usual greeting that rang throughout her ears. Releasing her distress she raided the house and let out a piercing scream that declared the appearance of her aunt....her unconscious aunt. Charlotte was sprawled out across the floor, holding her stomach due to her almost immediate heart attack that caused Olivia's seclusion from her relatives. As if reported, her brother appeared instantly, holding his backpack above his head showing protection from the anticipated invaders. Olivia watched as Matthew's face became pale and he dropped to his knees embracing Olivia and sobbing silently. The effect had been so sudden and crashed upon Olivia with an impact that would cause her to enter a state of self-effacing shame. He breathed softly as he proclaimed she still has a pulse...we better call the ambulance. Their interdependence shattered, then, there, at that moment, a moment of pure horror, a moment of clear fear .A drop of water slipped from her eye as she stood up and began to sprint through the door, running away once again from her problems. Olivia was compelled at that moment by a life of solitude and privacy, a life to fit her. She burst through her community gate, the freedom would have appealed to her, but with the struggle of her Aunt the world portrayed a glass bulb that gave her small limits and would eventually suffocate her, holding her to a reserved lifestyle.