"...she's broken...Just like me."
bro·ken
/ˈbrōkən/
adjective
(of a person) having given up all hope; despairing.
Olivia Shoy wants to live her life normally. Average if you will. She tries to, but how can she when a monster took his toll on her? Sh...
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Blue walls, Blue floors, Blue curtain I was tired of blue but I could stare into his blue eyes forever.
"May I join you." I lean against the door frame taking in the image of the blue filled room holding the pale girl I met nights ago.
"Of course" She smiled which lit up the room. I pulled up a chair to the right side of her bed and sat down.
We talked about cases I've been working on and how Olivia's best friend Mel came to visit her recently. I visit her every day, and yet every time i hear her voice, it feels like I'm meeting her for the first time. She brings so much joy to everyone she talks to its her gift. She started to tell me a story from when she was younger, but it was cut short by an older woman walking into the room. The woman wore lavender scrubs and had blonde hair put up in a bun. With her was a little metal cart holding needles and small bottles with disinfecting swabs right next to them. Olivia's face turned into disgust and fear as she spotted the woman.
"Miss Shoy, it's time for your daily shots." The woman's voice was sweet and soft. The woman pushed her cart to the left side of the bed, where she lifted Olivia's sleeve to access her shoulder.
"It's only gonna pinch a little." Olivia tenses at the sight of the needle, and her eyes go wide.
"Hold my hand and look at me." I put my hand out for Olivia.
"What?" She doesn't take her eyes off the needle as she speaks.
"Hold my hand, and when she injects, you squeeze my hand." She turns her head to look at my hand, waiting for hers. With a little smile, she takes my hand and stares at me.
"3...2...1." The nurse said and poked the green-eyed girl's shoulder with the needle. Olivia's eyes squeezed shut, and her body tensed.
"It's okay." I tried to soothe her while the nurse did her job.
The nurse put a bandaid on Olivia's shoulder and left us to be. Olivia thanked me, and we started to talk again. Story after story Olivia's playful nature seemed to fade. Her eyes became sad, and her face became bored. Fatigue or memories filled her head. I was never quite sure with her. She was the one person I couldn't read.
"How you feeling? You know mentally." Her smile became softer.
"Better."
"I'm a profiler I can tell when you're lying."
"You didn't know the other times." She lightly laughs, and my smile drops. Her green eyes overcame with sadness as she looks at me.
"What's wrong?"
"You're kidding, right?" She spoke softly that it barley filled the room, taking away the once blue shine making everything seem darker. I shook my head, and her eyes widen in disbelief. She pushed herself up, struggling to sit up on her own.
"Well, if you really don't know, Mister FBI. Let me fill you in on the story that you were there for." Her tone was dripping with anger, and her eyes turned dark.
"Olivia I-"
"No. This is something I thought you should know considering you were there, but since you don't let me update you." Her voice was had a lingering hiss and her pale face switching to a soft pink.
"My boss called me the name Sasha. Did I know who Sasha was? No. Did I go with it not to get fired? Yes. I thought it was just that 'I don't respect you enough to call you by your actual name' type shit."
"He drugged me for days and tried to brainwash me into believing I was 'his precious Sasha' that he fucking murderer last month!" The whites of her eyes became red as her word flew out her mouth as if she had been holding it all back for years.
"One day, I spill his coffee, so he decides to hit me and hurt me. I'm the reason his wife is dead when he probably killed her too! He yelled in my face 'Sasha this' and 'Sasha that'! My name is fucking Olivia Shoy, and yet here he was yelling at his dead daughter!" Tears went streaming down, leaving pale streaks on her red face.
"HE FUCKING CHOKED ME OUT! I ALMOST DIED!" Her voice was loud, but hoarse and tears just ran down.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND MALCOLM! HE TRIED TO KILL ME AND NOW IM STUCK IN THIS SHITHOLE!" She was sobbing, and her words were barely coherent. It took everything in me to not just breakdown with her. This beautiful girl, broken... she's broken... Just like me.
"I understand..." I just stared at the green-eyed girl. The one that's smile lit up when I walked into this room. The one that said the weirdest things with confidence. But now shes lays here in her gown on the blue hospital bed she hates so much broken.
"How could you understand?" She hissed judging every word and movement that I said or did.
"You're not the only one who has messed up things happen to them, Olivia."
"Oh, so someone tried to kill you? That makes sense since you were in the FBI and now work for the NYPD!"
"You don't know what happens to me, so just stop trying to be so smart!" She can't know.
"Oh, come on, Malcolm! Don't be so full of yourself. Just tell me!" I started to pace the room to keep my composure.
"Olivia, just stop!" She can't know. It'll ruin everything.
"IF YOU'RE SO FUCKING MESSED UP THEN TELL ME! PROVE TO ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!"
"You really wanna know!?" Don't do it, Malcolm.
"My dad is a fucking serial killer!" You blew it.
"What..?" Olivia's voice became soft, and her eyes grew wide.
"You heard me." I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Malcolm... I'm so sorry I-I didn't know. I was just frustrated..." Her voice was full of pity and fear. She was sitting with a serial killer's son.
"I have to go." I stood up, grabbing my jacket hanging by the door.
"Malcolm, wait. Don't go, I'm sorry." she tried to plead for my presence to stay.
