Olivia reached the Clark and Lake station only to realize that it was on lockdown. She went to the top of the stairs and peeked out, finding troopers stationed on the street corner. Olivia had worried about the possibility of too many eyeballs being present for her to get to her destination on the street, and already had a backup plan in mind.Read More
“I know I haven’t really been out here since the funeral.”
Olivia tried to remember that painful day, but the only thing she could recall was being exhausted from so much grief.
“I guess I deal with these things differently than you’re supposed to. You already knew that, though.” She let a smirk curl up on one cheek, which quickly faded. “I don’t know what to do, Mom. It’s like I’m trying to prove half of the world wrong and half of the world right, at the same time. I’m being pulled in different directions, and the stakes are as high as it gets. I’ve screwed things up so badly, at this point, I have to either stand up to this thing, which will probably kill me… or run.” She paused to swallow the cracks in her throat. “Running means being alone. Forever. Hardly an existence.”Read More
Olivia entered Dr. Bradley’s waiting room to find his office door open slightly. She peeked her head in.
“Hello?” She asked timidly.
“Come on in.”
“Sorry I’m late.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Have a seat.” Dr. Bradley was looking at his phone. He silenced it and tucked it into his pocket as he got up from his desk and moved out to the chair opposite Olivia. “I’m sure you’ve been busy with the frenzy that’s been going on.”Read More
“If you don’t mind, I don’t really want to talk about fighting.” Olivia said with a shrug.
“That’s perfectly all right. What would you like to talk about?” Dr. Bradley asked.
“Well… not fighting. I’m thinking about walking away from it.”
“From active duty, you mean?”
“Yeah, my time is up. Why not start a new chapter in my life?”
This came as a surprise to Dr. Bradley. Her drive to rise through the ranks was one of the few constants in Olivia’s life; it was something he had often pointed to during her treatment.Read More
Olivia had set out to sleep in, but was interrupted by the sound of bells and horns going past her second story apartment on the street below. The frustration finally became too much and she sat up, looking out the window to see what was making all the racket. It was one of those group bike rides, probably raising awareness for some cause. She had seen these a few times before; they take over the street like it’s a parade and make as much noise as possible so everyone looks out their windows and reads their banners. Olivia dropped back on the mattress with a thud and calmed her nerves. She didn’t really mind being woken up, she was just glad the cyclists had their clothes on.Read More