Hi GUY! I am back with another fic! Yay finally! This is going to be a slow fic because I am lacking motivation but please let me know what you all think anyway
So this is a little different to my last couple and is going to be considerably darker and more intense (I'm hoping that's how it turns out at least) This is with HUGE, MASSIVE thanks to Alex who is helping me with this! This wouldn't be here without you!
This fic also time jumps, i will try to make it as simple to follow as possible, i promise!
Chapter 1 – Forrest
Olivia rested again a tree, trying to catch whatever was left of her thready breath, her chest heaving as the moonlight sent the sweat on her face glistening, sliding down her cheek, finding it's way into her shirt. Her body ached, from the running, from the cold weather, from everything…and all she wanted to do was to get away from wherever she was. Breathing heavily, she glanced around, hoping to get a sign to tell her where she was headed, or even if she was headed in the right direction to finding another person, anyone that could help her. Hearing the distant sound of a branch snapping as if someone walked over it, Olivia's head shot up, terror coming over her as her eyes darted through the thick woods surrounding her, not really seeing anything at all but at the same time not seeing anything moving.
Taking that as a small comfort, Olivia decided it was time to move on, move from the tree trunk that was keeping her upright, continuing through the woods trying to find a way out of them. Stumbling forward, she landed on her hands, pulling them back from the ground as pain shot through them and up her arms causing her hands to shake uncontrollably as she raised them to her face, trying to see the damage that had been caused. Pushing herself up quickly, Olivia ignored the pain in her legs and back, ignoring the thumping that was occurring in the back of her head, all she could hear then was the thumping of her blood rushing through her eardrums as she ran.
Running was not something that was coming easily to Olivia, with aching muscles and bare feet, she thought it near impossible that she was still going, the voice dying into the distance with each step she took further away from the sound. She knew she shouldn't, it was something she had been trained to do, if you are running you never look back and yet she found herself glancing over her shoulder as she ran further and further in god only knows what direction. She knew why she shouldn't be looking back, she knew what might happen if she did and yet everything she knew, everything she had been taught had left her mind as she ran through the body numbing cold of the Boston midwinter's night.
As she glanced back at the invisible surroundings, the pitch black of the surrounds trees, Olivia's body pushed her as fast as she could go. Turning her head back to the direction that she was going, Olivia missed the low laying branch hanging from one of the trees, feeling it come in contact with her cheek as she continued passed it. She felt the sting of the cut upon her cheek, the small drip of blood that cascaded down her face from it, although if she was being honest with herself, Olivia would know that the chance of that blood only coming from the small cut on her cheek was less than none.
She ran faster, pushing faster and harder suddenly finding herself being launched through the air, crying out in pain as her body jerked painfully as she hit the ground, finding her pants torn at both knees, her bare foot having been caught on a root of a tree, pulling her ankle painfully from it's joint. Rubbing a hand underneath her nose, Olivia wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes before pulling herself up again, looking around, shaking and terrified in case she had been found or seen by the person who had called out to her. And yet all she heard was the far off echoing sound of owls, hooting at the moon, calling the attention of other owls. She was frozen for a few moments, listening closely for snapping of branches, the sound of breathing other than her own, so when none came she pushed herself again, finding whatever strength she had left in her body and continued on in a straight direction.
She could feel the pain from her injuries almost becoming too much for her, the cold seeping into her bones as she continued on. She had run out of legs a while ago, her ability to run dying off as her legs burned with pain, her newly scratched knees stinging as the cold air touched the exposed skin. She was fighting a losing battle as she slowly walked on, staggering against trees, tripping over fallen branches, her whole body screaming at her to stop but in the back of her mind she knew, she knew that if she stopped now and sat down she would be dead by morning thanks to the freezing weather and the below 0° wind chill factor.
Glancing around the darkness once more, she found that, along with the wind, she heard the distance sound of what she hoped, begged was a car. Taking off towards the sound she hoped she was actually hearing, Olivia all but tripped over the edge of the forest, finding herself at a roadside, vacant, ghostly but still real. Looking both way up and down the road she found that there had been no sign of a car, no sounds, no headlights, nothing and yet she had found the road and she knew, that following the road, she would eventually find civilisation.
Sighing deeply, Olivia began to walk in one direction, the adrenaline from the running starting to wear off and the cold really starting to set into her bones. Running her hands along her arms, trying to get some warmth back into her body, Olivia began to walk, trying to ignore the deep howl of the coyotes in the distance, hiding somewhere in the forest she had just come from. And so she walked, forcing herself to place one foot in front of the other and continue on, it was like she even had a clue where she was or where she was even going.
She wasn't even sure how long she had walked for, her body ached from the run, coming into contact with the trees around her, the pain of the cold seeping further and further into her bones and also the terror that was beginning to over take her, the fear of not knowing where she was, what had happened or how long it would be until she found anyone else. Walking along the edge of the road, the gravel kicking up around her cracked, bleeding feet. Stumbling against a jagged rock, Olivia felt her body falling, physically unable to stop herself from hitting the floor this time. Sucking in a deep and painful breath, Olivia felt the breath shake her chest, escaping her mouth in a heartbreaking sob, she let herself lay on the cold, hard gravel, her body shaking as the sobs continued, her eyes closing and letting her fall into a sleep she wished she could fight.
Someone was shaking her, a hand on her shoulder moving her, calling to her but the darkness felt better, the lack of pain and consciousness was more inviting than the cold of the night she remembered on the fringe of her memory. She could feel herself being rolled, moved onto her back and her hair being moved from her face but there was nothing else, no sounds, nothing the distinguish what was going on around her. Just as she felt her legs being moved, she allowed the darkness to swallow her once again,
"Miss…miss, can you hear me?" the sounds were coming and going, the voices urgent and kind, trying to get something from her but there was nothing that would help her then. She could feel herself moving, almost like she was floating, moving without actually putting in the effort. "…alone and unconscious…" the male voice was deep, close, "…know her name?..." there wasn't much she could put together as they spoke to her, asking question she couldn't answer, touching her, moving her, trying to tell her things. Finding some form of strength or maybe it was courage, Olivia rolled her head on her own, mumbling the only thing that came to mind.
"…Oliv…Olivia…" it was just one word, enough to give them a small amount of information and to stop them calling her miss. She blinked her eyes, the brightness overpowering, but she was still not able to connect the dots as to where she was or what was happening. "You're name is Olivia?" A woman, not much older than herself looked over her, letting Olivia's eyes adjust to the lights above before asking again, "Is your name Olivia?" Rolling her head to the side once more, Olivia mumbled again, nodding instead when speaking became to difficult. Another hand on her shoulder stopped her movements though, "Alright Olivia, we are going to take care of you…"
There wasn't much she could see as she moved through what she assumed was hallways, the lights above her flashing before she could concentrate enough on them to actually work out where she was. There were bumps as she was moved, people calling, shouting and talking but nothing was making sense. Words came and went as people spoke to her, about her, around her, but still nothing made sense. "…Hear me…what happened?..." rolling her head to the side, Olivia focussed on the person talking to her, the man that touched her face trying to get her attention but her vision was blurred, her mind barely keeping up with the words that were coming from his mouth and her lips not moving at all. She just stared at him, trying to take in what he was wearing to work out where she was, and yet nothing came, her mind was blank and she was scared.
"I want to see her now…You have to let me see her…" that voice, it sounded familiar, almost as if from a memory she couldn't place, although she still couldn't place where she was so it wasn't to far fetched she couldn't place the voice. "No, I said I want to see her…" there is was again, that voice, although this time, it was bringing back memories and feelings and a face. That face, the one that could make her smile just by thinking about it, his face.
"Please Mr. Bishop, she is not ready to have visitors and you should be in bed resting, it isn't good for you to be up and about like this…please, I will find you when she is awake…" But that was the thing, she was awake, or at least as awake as she though she could be. Thinking about it, she might have been asleep still, dreaming a scenario that she feared the most, not being able to open her eyes or move, hell she didn't even know if she was wearing any clothes!
"Please, she is my girlfriend, I need to know she is ok…" that voice, his voice, was soft this time and it made her want to reach out for him, to hold him and tell him it was going to be ok, he sounded so scared and alone it was hurting her. "Please, let her rest a little more and I promise you I will come and find you when she is ready…now, bed." The other voice made it sound as though Peter had been ordered back to bed like a child who was up later than his bedtime.
"Mr. Bishop…" the voices were closer this time, almost as if they were in the room. "…what you need to understand is that we have had to sedate her enough to keep her calm, she is unable to communicate with you in any way at the moment. This is all just for her rest." The sound of metal scraping on the floor and then a 'thwump' onto a cushion echoed in the room. "Then I am staying right here." There was silence for a moment before the door opened and closed leaving just the sound of one person breathing. "It's ok Livia, I'm here…"
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