Daydreaming

Life is a Wonderful Thing

"Haha, stop Jessy. You're too funny." I say sarcastically as I slam my locker and roll my eyes. She giggles a bit and nods,"I know I am." I hug my books tighter and trudge down the hallway to math class. "Hey Olivia , that's a really cute bracelet, where'd you get it?" Jessy says unknowingly. I mutter something meant to be a thanks, as I fumble to pull my sleeves down. Just as I reach the cloth, my books fall to the ground, cluttering around my feet. Jessy huffs beside me, "Olivia! You're such a klutz." I pull both sleeved down, and roll my eyes at her comment. I bend on my knees to pick it up, as my hand reaches to grab my sociology book a random callused hand reaches to the same place. I look up and I'm met by the prettiest light green eyes. A chiseled jaw, and lips curved upwards, with the most beautiful white teeth shown behind them. His eyes examine my face as mine do the same to his. Once our eyes lock they don't lose contact. We stand as he hands me the textbook, in just awe. Soon enough the warning bell goes off signaling we have two minutes to get to class, he breaks the silence "You have the most prettiest features and I'd hate to lose sight of them, but I have physics." I just simply nod at him in response, and we still stare at each other once we walk away. "What the hell was that?" Jessy appears out of nowhere, startling me a bit. I'm still dazed at his compliment, and his sincerity. Jessy snaps her fingers in my face, and I look around, I'm in class and I need to focus, but I can't.

(That evening:)

I walk downstairs to sit at the dinner table, my mom not even looking up to me cutting into the chicken on the plate. My brother, Lucas, tearing into his food, trying to escape what is our mother as quick as he can. I take my seat quietly, looking around at the food prepared I silently pray before my mother catches any word of it. "Olivia, how was your day?" My mother piped in, and I started to bite into my chicken. I look up, and try to look into her eyes and see the now familiar black orbs peer into me. They used to be the soft blue like mine, but it changed once my father commit suicide three years ago. "Olivia, I asked you a question damnit!" she slammed her fist down rattling the silverware, and condiments. "It was an okay day mom! Please calm down." I try to manage her emotions, but from here I smell the alcohol laced words. "What were you doing that made it so okay? Hm, sucking dick like the whore you are? You worthless piece of shit. You don't deserve to eat. Your father would be so disappointed in a slut like you. Go upstairs." She says meaning each letter with such poison. She slides my plate away from me, and points upstairs. "No momma, please.. I-" I try to plead but she ignores my words, and smacks my cheek. Her fingers imprinting into my skin, spit falling from my mouth, and my head bouncing off the empty chair beside me. Once I can recall what happened, I stand up and scramble my way to the bathroom upstairs. I shut the door, and lock it behind me, sliding into the floor. I don't even cry, I open the sink drawers and pick up the blade hidden in a box full of jewelry. I lick my bottom lip, and bite into it as the sharp corner cuts into the side of my wrist, tearing it open. The blood oozing out with each second. The razor half way to the other edge of my wrist. "YOU HAVE THE MOST PRETTIEST FEATURES." What? "Hello?" I call out stopping my actions, and sit up a bit. I wipe my face, smearing blood a bit on the side of my cheek. "...ID HATE TO LOSE SIGHT OF THEM..." Nobody is here. Where is that coming from? I look down at my wrists, several scars wrapped around them. I'm done. I stand up, and look at the mirror and the reflection staring back. "I'm better than this.." I trail off. YOU HAVE THE MOST PRETTIEST FEATURES...ID HATE TO LOSE SIGHT OF THEM... I turn on the faucet, and wash off the blood. I grab a washcloth and apply pressure to stop the running blood from the wound i inflicted.
Once my arm is done, I wash my face, and slip into the shower. "Let's get some help.."

(Ten years Later:)

"Ms. Lucinda, I think we have come a long way from when you first started." I stand up to shake my clients hand after three years of depression. She is well on her way to being a successful young woman. "Ms. Olivia, I cannot thank you enough. You're the most amazing person, and I wish you the best of luck. You absolutely deserve it." I pull her into a hug and whisper in her ear, "Lucy, you deserve the world."
After a few tears, our goodbyes are said, and my spirits are lifted. Being a therapist is one of the most rewarding jobs. I check my watch, and my schedule, no patients, and it's lunch time. I walk down to my favorite coffee house 'Jessy's House' and grab a sandwich and a caramel mocha, the usual. I walk up the hidden stairs to the roof, where nobody sits to think, and because it's an absolute beautiful day. As I walk through the doorway I'm greeted by a standing figure on the edge of the building, my heart drops. "What do I do?" I say under my breath. I take one foot at a time, "Uh excuse me..? My name is Olivia, what're you doing?" I try to say easing into the conversation. The male figure puts a hand down, and sits motioning for me to sit next to him. I move to do so leaving my lunch on the ground. As I get closer with each step he admits "You know it's funny how easy our lives can be taken away from us. At any minute you're the new dirt they'll be building a McDonald's on. The world is a crappy piece of shit." He says with an exhausting laugh at the end. I sit the same way he is, legs dangling over the edge of the wall. Neither of us looking at each other. "Eh. Look at em. None of them care were up here. Nobody down there would care if I were to jump, but if I did they'd be more worried about themselves, ya know, being in shock?" He says turning to look into my eyes. Once I look at him, his face pales, eyes wide, jaw dropping, and looked as if he'd stop breathing. "Sir, are you okay?" I ask putting my hand on his shoulder. He shakes his face, and his eyes brim with tears. "What is the matter?" I ask, completely confused at his behavior. "Olivia Hardman?" He asks his light green orbs glow with what seems to be hope. "Uhm yes? Do I know y-" Is this, wait, is this the guy who saved my life. I cup my hand to my lips. "You're, you're the guy who picked up my sociology book that one day senior year of high school, and you complimented me..." Me almost crying now, "you have no idea what you did that day. Unintentionally, you saved my life. I can't.. I just.." I fall into his arms embracing him into a hug, wetness covers his shoulder in salty tears. His arms soon wrap onto me the same way.

We now sit on the ground of the roof, talking of what has happened since our run in. "Well I was actually planning on taking my life that weekend, but as I was slitting my wrists that night your voice just appeared out of nowhere. At first it was frightening, but then I realized what I was doing to my body. It didn't solve anything, and the next day I went to the guidance counselor, to seek help and not live in misery anymore. My mom died of alcohol poisoning that summer, but at the first thought of doing something bad, your voice came from nowhere. I just don't know how to explain it. So I wanted to pursue helping people, and I went to college to become a therapist. Trust me, times were hard, I hadn't no money, some nights I didn't eat, I hadn't talked to my brother since my moms funeral, but once again I heard your voice. It's unexplainable really. So here I am now, I've tried reaching out to my brother, but he declines seeing me, so my only person I really have is my friend Jessy. I owe my life to you, because you showed me kindness, unlike Jessy who wouldn't help me in any way, like picking up my fallen books or my broken heart, it's like your spirit was there. I couldn't believe I was so worth to someone I ran into in the hallway, someone so handsome..." I look off into the sky, and smile at the memory, and wipe my stained cheeks. "Olivia, you're perfect. You didn't do that because of me, you did all that yourself. My voice was just the push. You're a strong person, know that. I did nothing." He smiles, knowing he's right in his words. "You have to know more, but I have to get back to work. I would love to see you again, here, I'll write down my address, we can meet up in my office after my last patient at 7." I smile as I stand and see the same pearls shine through his lips, as if I was looking at him back at him in high school. He looks the same, except more scruffy, and a bit more stressed out.

(Four years later:)

"Goodnight Addie, sweet dreams.." He whispers into our two year old daughter. I watch him kiss her forehead, and turn to walk out the door. He smiles at me, and kisses me gently on my lips, "Honey, you make me melt just looking at you two." He laughs at me, and I giggle into his neck as we hold onto each other in the hallway.
We walk into our bedroom, and lay down on the bed, he hovers over top of me. "Mrs. Backridge, I do believe you make me the happiest man on the planet." He kisses my 5 month old belly that holds our son. "Olivia, you have no clue how much I am thankful to have you. You are the light at the end of a rainstorm that everyone prays for, and I'm just so lucky to have captured you. I love you honey." He bends down and plants a kiss on my belly button.

(Fifty years later:)

He walks onto the stage of the church, Standing behind the podium, my casket in front of him. Sniffles sound throughout the room, but yet it's so silent. His old body aches, but his face puffy from all the crying. "Life is a wonderful thing." He speaks. "At one point I was lucky enough to pick up some beautiful girls book, and enlighten my day. That girl says I saved her from death at her own hands, but in reality she saved me. The twinkle in her eye, and the mark on her wrist both caught my eye, and they're as vivid in memory as they were that day. I couldn't fathom how someone so amazing could harm themselves, but pushed to the point anything is possible. Olivia was the most strong person I knew, and the most inspirational woman, rising from her pain to help others in their troubles. Taking a negative and turning it into a positive. She saved me from jumping off a building, somehow we had met years after our tiny encounter. I thank the Lord every day for that embrace. When I first saw her, I just couldn't rid her out of my mind. Her eyes, and face, her wrists, they never left my mind. No other girl compared to hers, my parents thinking I would just be alone forever. To be completely honest, I only wanted her. She brought me from the shadows into the bright light. She once said,-" he trails off dabbing his eyes, "- she had said 'The sun keeps on rising, the world keeps turning, and life keeps moving, as should you.' And I'm a firm believer in that. She wouldn't want us to be sad her life ended. She would want us to celebrate the fact that she didn't give up. She kept on living." He adjusts his voice and continues "Olivia Ellen Backridge you were the love of my life. The only sunshine I needed. Now the only thing I'll be most excited for is seeing you with the biggest set of wings, because now you help people in spirit as the angel you are." He stumbles down the steps, and leans over my coffin, "I love you." He kisses my forehead, and walks out the door of the chapel leaving everyone behind.

A few months later, he's found by their son, Aiden, laying on their bed cuddling a picture of Olivia and a grin on his face, happily passed away.

Later, Aiden and Addie find an old, crumpled up note written in his bible while cleaning their house out. The note held the address of Olivia's office, and on the back was written out 'There's always a sunrise' in Olivia's handwriting.

A/n
Soo... I honestly don't know how I feel about this. It's been a rough day though. Kinda started crying when he was talking at Olivia's funeral.
Thanks for the reads guys!! 🌸🎉🎊✌️✌️✌️