Bite The Bullet

Ollie?" I wispered through threatening tears. After a long pause, my reply came.
"...I'm here Harley"

"No, it can't be you. You- you died"

"I'm sorry Harley but it had to be this way... For the both of us..."

"It isn't you! I can't be you! You're dead. Oliver- whoever you are. Oliver Danver. Is. Dead. I've seen his- his corpse"

"And I'm sorry you had to see that but it was for the best. It needed to be done for both of us."

"Ollie- Oliver. Whoever you are. I was twelve. You don't leave a twelve year old girl alone. A girl who has no-one! You just don't-" I stopped, realisation hitting me like a wave.

"You're not Ollie. Are you?"

Someone threw a bag over my head and it all went black...