Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 42

Grayson sits on the couch still fuming in his boxers as Ethan exits the shower also in his underwear. I collect their clothes throwing them in the washer before taking my own shower.

The three of us still calming down after the ketchup assault. 

After I get out I wrap in a towel about to dry off when the little steam in the air thickens and the familiar hooded figure appears. I scream in shock as I wrap the towel tighter around me. 

"Olivia?" I hear my friends yell. 

"It's nothing! I'll be out in a second!" I call back never taking my eyes off Death.

As soon as I hear them walk away my eyes narrow and I whisper,

"What the fuck are you doing here? They're in the very next room?" 

"They're discussing murdering your father, before The shooting even happens," Death says subtly.  I close my eyes and lean against the sunk annoyed,

"They're planning The shooting still?" 

"If they kill your mother or father its the end for you, no restart, you just won't exsist," he explains catching me off guard. 

"What?" I look up shocked. I remember a few timelines where Jake and Sammy had been shot,

"I watched them shoot Sammy like five years ago?" 

0You died before she did, this ending that timeline. You need to give up before you cease to exsist," 

"Fuck that, if I can't stop them then they should kill Jake, he doesn't deserve to live," I persist. 

"Then help them kill him. I've lost my patience with you. I'll find someone else to stop this,"  I glare even more,

"Fuck you! I've been trying my fucking best. No, now this isn't for me or them. I'm going to save them to prove you wrong,"  I move closer and poke the figure right in his hard chest.

I look deep into the black abyss that should be his face. 

"If they don't kill you, I will," he backs away and fades into the steam, the room starts to clear up and I look into the mirror. I've looked the exact same for 30 years, even after I shaved my head I woke up with it the same length the day I truely died. 

I feel tears in my eyes and a pit growing in my chest. My hands clench into fists on the countertop. I start to shake in sadness and rage combined. I look into my dark eyes and see the delight in my mothers eyes as her boyfriend thew tampons over me and my friends.

The thought of his hands reminds me of him hurting Ethan and Grayson everyday until they were bruised and bleeding. 

I remember Ethan in that hospital room after half a dozen jocks beat him nearly to death, only because he refused to allow my own father to molest me.

My hands shake more as I can almost invasion Jake pinning me to that locker again. 

"No!" I scream and punch the mirror in hopes to erase the view of myself causing these visions. Tiny shards of glass prick my fingers as the mirror cracks and pieces of glass fall to the floor. My hand doesn't move from the shattered mirror as blood trickled down the wood and glass mixture. 

The boys bust inside and look between the glass on the floor and the unstable girl trying to contain herself in front of them. 

"Olivia? What's wrong?" Ethan asks in shock. 

"Her hand," Grayson rushes over and pulls my hand out of the crushed glass. He tries to dust off the shards in my skin but some are so tiny they're just stuck there. 

"What happened?" Ethan asks confused. I look at them sadly but slowly stop shaking.

Grayson grabs a washcloth and tries to wash the blood off my hand. 

"Shes never been this bad, I've only seen her cry once," Grayson tells him. 

"What? I've never seen her anything but calm," 

"In January, a girl was hazing her in Drama, I calmed her down," Gray explains. 

"I'm fine," I persist and try to pull away. Although I do look at Ethan, relaxing at him not being injured. 

"You're not fine," Grayson forcefully takes my wrist and washes my hand before wrapping it like I did for him when he smashed a rock through the van window.

We've really come full circle. 

"Go get dressed, we'll clean this up," Ethan hands me my pile of clothes and pushes me out  the bathroom.

Grayson lifts me so my feet don't hit the glass on the floor.  I briskly walk into my room and sit on my bed upset.

I cover my face with my uninjured hand. 

"I'm insane, I'm fucking insane," I huff.

I hear my door open and I look up at Grayson in my doorway. He shakes his head and crouches in front of me. 

"You're not insane, you're just being targeted for no reason. You're a good person, they just hate us enough to hurt the girl we love," Grayson pats my knee. 

"That's not why I'm upset Gray, you wouldn't understand," I sniffle. I obviously can't tell him the real issue. 

"Then whats wrong?" He cocks his head looking concerned. 

"I'm sick of life, I'm sick of waking up everyday, I'm running out of energy to do this," I say vaguely, at least its a basic version of the truth. 

"Then drop out, find something new to do. Me and E could show you some cool shit to do. Hang on with us," he holds my shoulders. 

"My time is running out Gray, I won't live to see graduation, I don't think I'll live passed April," I test him. 

"Why April? Are you planning something?" He asks careful. 

"I don't plan on seeing my birthday," I shrug. 

"No, look in my eyes Liv," he tells me,

"You will turn 18, we will celebrate your birthday, I swear, we will be happy and enjoy your party," 

"Are you sure?" I ask. 

"I don't break my promises to you," he shakes his head. He leans up and kisses my forehead. 

"April 9th?" I smile. 

"Yep, party on April 9th,"