Authors note -
So here's chapter two. Hope you like.
I've already started typing chapter three so it should be up either tomorrow or the next day.
Right now I have to start on chapter 9 of "Confessions" or chapter 5 of "Accidents Happen".
If you like this story then I suggest you check them out as well.
Anyway, don't forget to review.
If I owned SVU then this would be shown on TV and not written down here but they wouldn't take my thirty-five cents and old movie tickets left in my wallet so for now you're going to have to read and not watch.
By the way: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. You made me want to get this up even quicker.
This is for FabSVUFan, hope this sends chills more than the last one.
Olivia had come to know the black handled, silver bladed knife quite well over time. She picked it up and sunk back to the floor. She rolled up her pants once again and took the blade in her right hand. She never used her wrist, it was too obvious, instead she moved her leg so she could see the inside of her left calf. It was already pretty scratched and scared but a few more wouldn't do any more damage. She pressed the blade to her skin and dragged the tip along her leg. It reminded her of a poem she once heard.
She watches as the deep crimson moves
With the rhythm of her heart
The blood spills
The cut filling
Red and dark
She sighs as the pain washes away her hate
The feeling of bliss; faded away in wait.
That's how she felt. She repeated the process a few more times then moved to her right leg. There was momentary relief but she needed something stronger. She shifted her position so the out side of her right calf was showing. She pressed down harder, letting the blade sink into her flesh as she dragged the blade towards her knee.
The cut was deep.
Too deep.
Olivia quickly grabbed the tea towel off the bench and the phone from its cradle.
She dropped to the floor again, her leg no longer able to support her. Her sock was red now and her blood was smeared across her floor. She quickly wrapped the tea towel around her calf and applied pressure.
It wasn't helping.
The tea towel was almost completely red with her blood after thirty seconds. She was beginning to feel woozy and light headed. She picked up the phone and hit speed dial 1. She waited for the other person to pick up and after a couple of rings they did.
"Hey, Olivia." Elliot answered.
Olivia wasn't able to reply, by now she was really dizzy.
"Liv?" Elliot asked.
No reply.
"Olivia?" Elliot asked again, concern filling his voice.
"El…" Was Olivia's breathless reply before Elliot heard the phone being dropped.
Olivia fell to the floor as well and all that could be heard were Elliot's muffled calls from the phone.
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Elliot's mobile started ringing as he looked through one of their old case files. It started playing the song "With or Without You" by U2.
Damn, why did Olivia have to change his ring tone?
Elliot checked the caller ID: Olivia Home.
He quickly flipped it open and answered.
"Hey, Olivia."
All Elliot could hear was shallow breathing.
"Liv?" Elliot asked into the phone.
More shallow breathing.
"Olivia?" He asked again, concern filling his voice.
"El…" He heard Olivia's breathless reply followed by the sound of the phone being dropped and a thud.
"Olivia? Liv, are you okay?" Elliot kept asking, "Olivia, answer me!"
No reply.
Elliot closed his phone and headed for Cragen's office.
"Liv just called, I'm going to check if she's ok." Elliot said slightly panicked.
Cragen raised his eyebrows, "Ok Elliot, but no longer than an hour and a half."
Elliot nodded, "Ok, Cap."
He quickly rushed out of the office, grabbed his jacket then ran out of the precinct.
He fumbled with his keys as he tried to force them into the ignition. He finally got his car started and was on his way to Olivia's. As he drove all he could hear was the way Olivia had said his name. It echoed around his head, taunting his mind. He kept thinking of all the different scenarios that could have possibly occurred to cause Olivia to sound that way. The best being she had fainted or slipped, the worst…the worst being that she had been raped. He tried not to think about that, although, that was where his mind seemed to stay.
Finally he reached Olivia's apartment. As he got out of his car he saw a young man exiting the building, "Hey hold the door." He called, pulling out his badge and flashing it.
The man did as he was told and held the door for Elliot. Elliot ran up the stairs, two at a time until he reached Olivia's door.
Olivia heard a thump in the distance. She couldn't concentrate on the sound as it became softer, slowly dissipating into nothing.
Elliot knocked louder on Olivia's door.
Still no answer.
He knocked harder, pounding the door with his fist. He reached down to the door handle and tried it. Amazingly, it wasn't locked. Elliot figured she must have been in a rush or something.
He swung the door open and stepped inside. He had his hand on his gun, not sure why though; if somebody else had been there they would be long gone.
He looked to his left and saw Olivia immediately. She was lying on the ground in a slight "L" shape. Her back was against the cupboards and her legs were to the side. Her blood was everywhere. At first he couldn't see where it was coming from, then he saw the blood soaked tea towel. As soon as the shock had passed through him, Elliot rushed to Olivia's side.
"Olivia!!" Elliot yelled.
He began to stroke her hair and whisper things, telling her she was going to be ok, going to be alright, as he picked the phone up off the ground. He quickly dialed 911 and waited for dispatch to pick up.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"I need a bus." Elliot said in a shaky breath.
He gave all the necessary details then hung up.
"They're going to be here in five minutes, Honey." Elliot whispered to her, "Stay with me, Olivia, be strong." He added, almost in tears.
He reached over and gently lifted the tea towel revealing the deep gash in her leg. Elliot realized her blood was still flowing freely. He looked around her kitchen for another tea towel or something to stop the blood. He couldn't find anything so he quickly took off his jacket. He pressed down on her leg and saw he flinch at the pressure.
That's a good sign, right? He thought to himself.
Elliot kept the pressure on her wound until the paramedics arrived three minutes later. Elliot stood up and let them do their work. They got Olivia on the gurney and carried her out of the apartment. Elliot was about to follow when he saw the knife on the floor. It only had a small amount of blood on it but he knew that's what had been the implement to inflict Olivia's injury. Elliot picked up Olivia's keys and shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked.
Elliot ran down the stairs after the paramedics and caught up to them quickly. As they put her into the ambulance Elliot heard Olivia say something.
"Honey, can you say that again." He said getting in the back of the ambulance with her.
"Elliot…"she murmured and dropped her hand, letting it go limp.
Elliot took hold of it, "You're gonna be fine, Honey." He whispered kissing her hand.
As they rode to the hospital the paramedics placed a whole heap of different cables over Olivia. All Elliot could do was sit there and wonder how Olivia had managed to do something like this.
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