OLLIE ➪ GILBERT BLYTHE

THREE

CHAPTER THREE ; THE LONELY AND TROUBLED
(Also known as; youth is the season of hope)

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◤ A girl sat on an old oak bench

the wood worn with age and use

a love she yearned for was a thirst she could not quench

her sadness hung around her neck like a noose

with big blue eyes you could tell she was sad

living in a world where all she knew was to be mad ◢

"So just write another Bert story." Diana says to Ruby. Currently, Anne, Ruby, Diana, and Olivia were sitting in their forest house. They were all writing stories to share with each other for their writers club. Olivia used to write books a while back but now she stuck to poems. They were short, sweet, and got to the point quicker than books.

"Another Bert story?" Ruby asks Diana.

"You always write a version of the same thing." Diana says with an annoyed tone.

"No I don't." Ruby says defensively.

Diana nods. "About a dashing hero named Albert, Herbert, Rupert, Pilpert."

Ruby scoffs. "Pilpert? That's ridiculous, I would never write a story about a boy named Pilpert.

Olivia rolls her eyes and tries to ignore them but their arguing is hard to ignore. "It's not like we can't tell-" Ruby attempts to cut Diana off before she says what they've all been thinking. "that all of your not-so cleverly disguised stories are about-"

"Well you always kill off your characters because you don't know what to do with them."

"-Gilbert." Diana finishes.

"No, they're not." Ruby lets out a high-pitched whine. "How else am I supposed to deal with the fact that he's been gone for 8 months and 3 days and he may never come back."

"Olivia, will you please help me here?" Diana asks.

With a huff, Olivia tears her eyes from her paper to meet the girls's. "Diana, Ruby is right. You do always kill them off." Ruby has a satisfied look on her face before Olivia continues. "And Ruby, Diana is right too. You always write about versions of Gilbert and it's quite annoying since there is more to this world than boys who couldn't be bothered to stay." She slams the cover of her poetry book closed and that shuts them both up. Anne gives Olivia a knowing look.

"How about a tragical tale about a sad and handsome scientist who one day stumbles upon a secret that could save the world." Anne suggests.

"Oh, Anne, however do you think of such amazing things all the time?" Diana smiles widely as she asks Anne.

"I draw from life, Diana" Anne responds with an equally wide smile. Ruby and Diana laugh but Olivia ignores them, throwing a branch onto the fire in the center of the four girls.

Diana's mouth opens and her eyes go wide. "Oh, I almost forgot. I got a letter from aunt Josephine. She's very keen to read some of our stories." She crawls over to a chest that the girls had in the corner of the forest hut and opens it, revealing all of the other books and poetry they had written that was safely sealed away. "Let's only send her our very best."

"We should just send all of Anne's works if we should send the best." Ruby compliments Anne and Anne shakes her head.

"We will all send one each." She looks to Olivia's poetry book. "Maybe you could send her the whole book?" Olivia just nods before handing Diana the book. Diana takes all of their works and packs them together in a wooden box.

"Well, I should be going so my mother can send this off to Aunt Josephine straight away." Diana says, grabbing the large box with her small hands.

They all say goodbye to her and 5 minutes later Ruby announces she has to leave as well. Then, it was just Anne and Olivia. "Would you like to come over to Green Gables?" Anne asks, taking her things and putting them in a basket. "We can eat biscuits and have tea."

"I can't." Olivia says a little too quickly. She avoids eye contact with the fiery red-head.

"You shouldn't keep shutting yourself up in your house." Anne frowns. "I had to beg just so you would come today. You'll get lonely in that house all day."

Olivia lets out a breath and puts a sarcastic smile on her lips. "I'm already lonely, Anne."

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Olivia stands outside of the tall, faded, white door that has several chips along the corner edges near the wooden floor. She takes her shaking hand and presses it against the door that was rough with the years of use from other families. She could feel the bumps run up and down as she trailed her hand along the wood. She felt as though with every crack in the wood a new crack formed in her heart, splitting it farther and farther from the whole it used to be. One of the jagged edges of the wood cuts her fingers and she gasps, pulling her hand away. Little red droplets fall from the cut on her finger to the floor and she can feel a memory pull at her mind.

"Olivia, hurry up or we'll be late." An annoyed Isaac calls from the first floor of evergreen. His eyes are trained on his watch and with an eye roll and a sigh, he looks towards the stairs. "Olivia!" He calls again.

From her room, Olivia is staring at herself in the mirror. Her face is pale and her energy depleted. Her nose stings and she winces, closing her eyes tightly. When she opens them, she sees a crimson stain on the hardwood floor beneath her feet. Her hand reaches up and she touches her nose where she feels more of the liquid. She suddenly stumbles back but catches herself before she could hit the floor. She pushes herself towards her bedroom door and down the hallway until she reaches the stairs. Only a little further.

Her raspy voice calls out for her brother but he can't hear her tiny cries.

She finally makes it halfway down when he sees her. His smile doesn't leave his face until he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head as she falls and hits the floor with a scarring thud.

A sob escapes Olivia's lips as she lets out a cry for the person she used to be. For the family she used to have. She screams, punching the wood over and over again until more and more blood travels to the ground. When she's finally done and the wood has split, mimicking the wound on her knuckles, she sits down in a corner and cries herself to sleep in that very fetal position.

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Sad Ollie makes me wanna cry, she's been through so much and all will be revealed eventually