OUTSIDER

Chapter 19

I pace back and forth.
I'm hunting someone who comes back to life every 7 years.
Why?
Because of some reason I have yet to find out.
Dr. Leslie is evil, according to Dr. Howell.
She wants me to kill her sister.
I suddenly remember what she told me when I was about to come into this world.
"...you have two years to complete this or you die."
My heart drops.
Will I die?
What if I don't find Ophelia?
What if I'm stuck in this world?
"No!"I say aloud.
I will not die.
I look ahead and see the house between the two mountains.
If I keep walking, I should be able to make it there by late tomorrow night or early the day after.
If I don't keep walking, I'll probably get there the day after tomorrow, late at night.
I don't want to get there at night.
What will I find there?
Will I find a Ophelia?
Or worse, Ophelia's dead body?
Will she look like O.R, O.G and all the other people had here? Or would she look like Leslie?
I have so many questions.. and only one person can answer them, Dr. Howell.
The only person in the real world. I'm tired of this nonsense!
Why me!
I look ahead and reluctantly keep walking.

I jump when I hear a low hiss.
With the rest of my body frozen, my eyes scan the land in front of me.
I hear it again and it sends shivers down my spine and causes the hair to raise on the back of my neck.
Its cold, it's dark, I'm alone, I really don't have time for this holdup.
"Hello?"I whisper to the open space in front of me.
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and it turns me around, facing it.
It's O.G
"Hello, again."He says and I roll my eyes.
"What do you want?"I ask.
He shrugs.
"I've been thinking- if you're finding a way to get out of here, I want to come with you. I can't stand being here any longer and even if it requires me having to deal with you to get out."He explains in a rush.
"Hmm."I say. "So, what if I don't find a way out?"I ask.
"Well, then, I suppose we'll be on our separate ways again."He says.
"So you'd just leave me?"I ask.
"Yea."O.G says. "I guess..."
"Okay."I agree. "But, you can't just leave me if you get scared."
"Alright."O.G says.
"So-did you like follow me or something?"I ask as we walk in the direction I was headed before he came.
"Um.. yea, kinda.."He answers uncomfortably.
"Oh.."I say, remembering when I first found out about Dr. Howell-what did he think of that?
"So, did you see what happened with my wrist and all?"I ask.
O.G nods his head, "Yea, pretty crazy, huh?"He asks.
"Yea."I reply.
"So, you have to wait until, like, 'sundown' tomorrow or something to talk to them?"He asks.
"Yea, prettymuch."I say.
"And that whole thing with those girls coming back every seven years.. that's freaking scary."He says.
"Seriously though..!"I reply nod in agreement.
We walk in silence for a few mintutes until a question hits me suddenly.
"O.G?" I ask.
"Hm?"He answers.
"What is you're real name?"
"What do you mean?"He laughs.
"You know- O.F's name is Ophelia Francis... what does O.G stand for?"I explain.
"Oh.."He says uncomfortably.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."I say quickly.
"Oh-no, it's fine. I just don't really like it.."He says. "O.G stands for Olsen Grey."
"Oh..that's cool, I guess. I was just wondering. Can I call you that?"I shrug.

"Yea."He nods.

We walk in silence until the sun comes up to show it's morning.
"Okay. I can't walk anymore!"Olsen sighs.
"We are literally in the front yard of the house."I say in awe.
"W-What?"Olsen says.
"We are lit-"
"Oh my gosh!"He cuts me off. "We made it!"He continues.
"Well yea, did you think we would never make it?"I laugh.
Olsen doesn't answer, he just stands there and stares at the house.
"We're here!"He says.
"I know!"I shout. My heart soars in relief.
"It's day time, we're not alone, and, to be honest, it doesn't look... scary."I say, listing all the good things.
"Yea. It looks like any other house here... never mind. That was a true lie, it looks so much better than all the other houses here!"
Actually, it really does. It looks like any normal house to me, but to Olsen, it looks like... I don't know the word. Like, better than all the other houses here.
"Alright."I whisper to myself. "Let's go."

Inside the house was set up like this:
As soon as you walk in, to the left you had a staircase that led upstairs, to the right was a door that went into the kitchen, and in the kitchen was a door the went to the garage and one to the garden. In the middle there is a door that leads to the den and living room.
"Woah."Olsen says as we enter the house.
"Yeah."I say
We hear clinking of pots and pans and walk into the kitchen and see a woman with long, dark hair standing with her back to us.
"Hem-Hem."Olsen clears his throat.
The woman jumps and turns to face us.
"Oh-hey!"She says. "I've been expecting you!"
Olsen shoots me a confused look and I return it.
"Ophelia-"She offers her hand and mine reflexively goes out and shakes it. "-and, you are?"
"T-Taylor.."I manage through the surprise.
"Ahh, Taylor. What a wonderful name!"Ophelia sighs, them she turns to Olsen.
"And who might you be?"She asks
"Uh, Olsen."O.G says.
"What beautiful names you two have!"She exclaims.
...what?
"Hmm. That's strange. She usually only sends one."Ophelia mutters to herself underneath her breath.
"She..?"Olsen asks.
"Leslie, of course."Ophelia says it like it's obvious.
"Of course."Olsen rolls his eyes.
"My! Where are my manners?"Ophelia starts.
"You two must be absolutely famished! Would you like some tea?"
"Oh no, thanks. We're fine."I say.
"Oh but I insist!"She says and she turns around to the stove and fills a kettle with water.
"While that's steaming, I'll show you around."Ophelia says and with that she turns around and walks out the door that leads to the garden.
"I assume we follow...?"Olsen asks.
"Right."I reply.