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Olive's P.O.V
Watching the soft white crystals descend from the sky and onto the ground repetitivly creating a blanket of white snow, was very soothing from the window of my treehouse. I had on a jacket and a heavy blanket as another layer to keep me warm. closing my eyes I breath in the familiar scent of hot chocolate and my favorite vanilla perfume.
I like being somewhere isolated for a few hours, especially up in my treehouse where it doesn't feel like anyone is attacking me, making my life a complete battlefield especially when sometimes my good friends are the one's doing it.
And by attacking, I mean my friends making a conjecture about what I wear, though I don't wear anything bad, it's really only their fault for their good sense in fashion.
despite my lack of effort in my sense of clothing I am the smartest out of all of them, just not your ideal straight A student I'm a B student though I'm an A in gym, history, and art. So that's still good.
As exasperating as this might sound I was once well known around rosewood middle school, and yes there is a Rosewood middle school, as well as a Rosewood elementary. Though in middle school I was well known but not because of me, because I use to have a very popular friend, he was really.. not the most golden tree in the forest. But he was one of the very few people who I felt comfortable talking to.
I'm pretty sure that he won't recognize me anymore, he probably had forgotten me anyway, I lost a few ponds and I got my braces off, though I still wear glasses, my hair is still long and dark just like before. but I reckon he would even double take.
His name was Harry and he made every girl swoon, He didn't seem to even care, he acted as if they were invisible, though I don't know why he would want to be freinds with me. I was chubby with alot of acne I wan't cool, so I don't understand why, it's still a mystery to me till this day.
I take a sip of my hot chocolate and feel the warm liquid swim down my throat. The sensation it brings me soothes me from my thoughts and brings me the most nostalgic memories of me and my grandma sipping on this wonderful beverage.
I sit up from my place at the treehouse and open the small wooden door, cold wind hits me as well as the cold snow flakes that I once was describing soft crystals are now described as harsh, cold, stabbing crystals rushing towards my face.
I climb down the wooden ladder leading towards the white balnket of snow, I step down and feel the snow crunch beneath my feet, I look around the trees of the woods, when I look at the snow on the ground, I see that it hasn't been stepped on.
One thing that seems to make me happy during the winter is stepping on snow that's never been stepped on, It makes me feel speacial, like I'm important, But the reality is i'm not, It's snow i'm stepping on, not a red carpet.
Don't get me wrong though I don't need fame or popularity to make me happy, I just want one person, one person who will love me because of me, not because i'm friends with someone else, someone who knows the real me. Someone who really knows Olive Mclean.
I take a deep breath and walk home, which isn't really a long walk at all, my house is right next to the forest I'm in.
When I arrive to my house I'm greeted by Gabe, my little brother. His arms are crossed and he taps his foot against the floor.
"What?" I ask confused because I didn't break any rules at all today. "Nothing, nothing" He says turning around and walks into the living room.
I just shrug and walk up the stairs to my room, Piles of letters from my dad are stacked up on my desk, it's usually my dad sending pictures of the places they take him for work, He works as a manager of this well-known clothing line i think its called 'pacsun' or something, he sends us a bunch of really nice clothing from there and I usually don't wear them, only in 'speacial events' like parties.
My mom is a lawyer and she's really good at her job, my family is really wealthy as you might sense, but it hasn't alway's been easy on us, we once didn't even have a home.
We had to live in a shelter and I had this 'incident' that happend while I was in that place. One that really scarred me and will probably still give me nightmares and random break downs till the day I die.
My mom told me not to think about it, that it happend and she alway's told me that if she could she would rewind time and made sure that never happend.
But I told her that I didn't want her to say that, because I never wanted to re-live that ever again.
My parents treat me alot more differently than they do to my brother, they treat me like i'm five, but mostly because they don't want me to turn, 'bad' again.
I use to eat alot because of what happend and I kept quiet, but there was alway's that person in me that told me that I didn't need to be afraid, and that I was safe, and that person came alot of the time, and that's how I turned 'good' again.
Though I still had my nightmares. But if your confused about what type of bad I use to get, Then i'll elaborate. Basically I have these visions of the night at the shelter, and I couldn't control them. They just keep poping up without my permission. Then I thought 'Maybe if I just end my life the vision would go away, and i'd be at peace' but my parents knocked the door open and sent me to the hostpital. Now I have therapy every friday until I am emotionally stable.
I'm good right now though, I take pills to control the thoughts and my emotion. It's called 'Zoloft' which Is a very common one. It helps me feel happy.
My friends don't know about this because I don't need them to know, It's not important but other than that I'm average, I'm terrible at being serious but i'm also very good with handling peoples emotions just not mine because I can't contol myself very well.
I often think that I'm a good person that I could be a positive person despite my visions because that doesn't count.
Maybe I'm not maybe I'm just a drop of rain upon millions rather than a ray of sunlight.
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okay well that was the first chapter and I'm listining to girl almighty so I'm happy right now hehehe well hope you enjoy i'll update just saying hi later this week so stay tunned :)
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Out Of The Woods [H.s]
OverigNot every story finishes with a happy ending. not everyone falls in love. not everyone survives. and nobody wants to end up alone. This is my tragic story with Harry. I loved him. And i still love him