Drawings

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2 Days after, I walked up to Olivia and started cuddling with her. Olivia had nothing to say. But the blank stare in her eyes said it all. "baby, you ok? " there was no response. I mean, Olivia had only been quiet when she was mad me, but this silence was speaking something else... "Hey, Baby..? " Olivia finally spoke and said, "Noah,.. I'm weak, I can't fight anymore. What's wrong with me...? " I tried my best to play along since, maybe she was just on her period. "Olivia, you'll be fine.." I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her neck for a few seconds until I took a glimpse at her sketchbook. Since she was already drawing, I can see most of everything in that one picture. There was no speaking until it hit my eyes..  "Olivia.. what are you drawing?" But the tone in her voice wasn't a good and cheery tone she always had.. instead it was a Sad tone with no action.. rather, Monotone a bit. "... I'm drawing a girl hanging herself... " suddenly I froze and let go of her hips after my hands were on her hips.. "Are you suicidal...? " "... no... I'm not... but sometimes I feel that way... I don't really think I deserve a spot in this world... it's not like anyone needs me. . " she fiddled with her a bit before I took those words in. "Listen, Olivia, I have to say, people love you, Mavis loves you, Wendy loves you, Audrey, Nathan, Melvin.. you can't do that to your-" "I'm sorry, I'm too weak... I don't know what to do.. " her eyes begin to water as she spoke before my eyes watered a bit.. "Olivia, you're my heart, I never want you dead.. ever.. what's bothering you? " there was no response other the wind blowing. I closed my eyes as my head thumped.. (I really hope she's alright. Whatever is bothering her, could be anything, I want to let her know that she's not alone and people love her.. what can I do..? ) " Noah, I just don't want to let you down..." that's when I knew something was off.. was she having a mood swing? What could it be!  "wait baby, let me see your sketchbook. " she handed it to me and I flipped the pages. All those drawings weren't all the happy ones at all. Instead, there was Drawings of People beheaded, Cutting themselves, and death.. I froze in place and said not one word...

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