I'm Gone But You're Still Here

Chapter 18

The next morning, Olive couldn't stand to get out of bed. Why was she like this? By now the idea of people leaving should be simply second nature, shouldn't it? Rather, Valerie was, different. Valerie promised she'd stay right?

Lies, you can't love me.

"Hey, Olive..." Valerie anxiously against the locker beside Olive's. Olive turned her sunked eyes to Valerie with a glare. "What the hell, do you want." A firm tone that dragged the words out like nail to a chalkboard. Taken back, she held tears searching Olive's dead eyes. "If you don't have anything to say, get away from me so I can go to class." With a nod Valerie stepped out of the way and watched the pale girl drag her weight away.

"I said get away from me!" Olive was storming down the hallway with Valerie squirming behind her. "Why..!" Valerie tried her best behind choked tears. "Valerie, get the fuck away from me!"

"No!"

"Fuck Valerie! I just want to be alone god dammit!"

With heavy feet Olive burst out the doors. 3:00 o'clock had just struck and Valerie wasn't going to leave without some clarfication.

"I just want to talk!" Her desperate tone struck squeaks and cracks as she screamed. "What do you mean!" A hot head made Olive reletively explosive, not much could be done if she were to light."Leave...me...alone." She spoke through gritted teeth and her limbs tensed, practically burning footprints into the concrete.

She doesn't care. She doesn't get it. She'll never get it.

"Olive!"

It was no use, not even a glance was turned her way, simply scorched steps away.

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Her tangled locks hung beside her ears. In but a curved postion on the curb with a grey head and locked jaw. A dimly lit row of streetlamps were the only means of vision for Olive's muddy eyes. Slow, frumbled breathing echoed in her own head before she took a stance. Her tightened pair of lips meant an eery seriousness; her thumb gently rubbing against the ragged blade. A ready urge complimented a still bod and aimed mind.

Something different tonight

She skimmed the streets as she made her way to her spot next to a wooded area, the playground. Once there, slight movement caught her eye. A breath buzzed into her ears, sending an almost alert. She narrowed them with a squinf, lowering her breathing, analyzing her strategy. They were turned away from her, breathing, appearing to be sleeping.

Perfect

She creeped up with steady steps, a ready aim. She tightened her fingers around the handle, practicing strokes in her head. Within a few minutes, she went in for the attack; a quick jab in the throat, inaudible croacking sounds and gasping for air echoed. A hand rose and went in for a scratch, wailing with any ability left. "Shit!" her face was scratched and her neck bled. "Fuck!" she swung another into the neck, blood choked out and splat. A fountain began to poor once she started around the abdomen. Anger heated up the stabs with consistant rips. This was a first and exhilerating. An exposed abdomen entertained her eyes. Through the chest the blade went, jabs here and there with sinister scarlett to spread. The stank filled her nostrils with a shark shrieking scent. She felt lighthead but with much exaggeration, continued on. No need for a knife, her fingers began to play a part. Soft tissue tore within her hands. A squish of intestine thrilled her with a limiteded amount. They could no longer squeal, or defend with scratches and wounds. A tear was made in the kidney, she moved her hands in deep; more blood nearly elbow up and soaked into her shirt. Meds and intimidating psyciachtric hospitals cleared. She dug into flesh amd tissue with little shock at all. Her hands swam in guts, scratching and feeling the sensation of skin beneath her nails. She then caught the dead eyes of the open corpse, sending an uncomfortable sensation up her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and violently shook her head, trying to find the crazed look in her eyes again, little luck. Her next move was to dispose. With all the strangth in her body she took them by the wrists and gently dragged the mess of a body into the woods, being sure fresh tissue was on top to ensure attraction of nearby predators. A deep part in the woods where wild animals roamed was where it lay. She doubled checked the scene, being sure extra organs and such were brought to the same place. Her knife was clicked into place after a nice wiping with a shirt and off she went. It was fairly late so she didn't expect to be haulted of her journey. A familiar face emerged within a street lamp along with panting. "Olive?" She stayed quiet, surprised and paranoia blocked her throat. "What are you doing out here so late?" Her defense triggered, "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I was just-"

"Nevermind." Avoidence served best in this situation, Olive quickly scurried away to ensure Valerie didnt notice the undoubtfully noticable corpse strewned about her body.