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Chapter 13: If Life Had a Soundtrack

As Olivia opened the car door to her Sedan and got in, she never expected to come out of a hospital into the parking lot remembering a conversation like that, especially with a young girl. She never told victims who were that young about her past, and she even tried not to tell people she knew about it. But now she would look at Kelly the way she thought of herself as a young girl; a teen crying for help. Although now, there was no need for Kelly to feel threatened; she already lost the person who abused her the most. Unfortunately, that person had to be her very own mother. It wasn't like her mother cared about her, anyways.

Olivia drove off, and couldn't help but remember those exact words Kelly and her were saying to each other. Olivia was a very emotional person, but she never actually cried in front of someone, the most she ever did was hold back her tears. But Olivia just couldn't take this anymore; no matter if she just released one of the most hidden secrets of her life, so she parked the car in what looked like an abandoned area.

Olivia stopped the engine, and started crying real hard. The tears that were coming out of her eyes were painful to even escape. Even though it had been six years since her mother passed away, it still felt as though she was still there, abusing her more and more, both verbal and physical abuse. It was like there was a video playing in her mind, over and over, about all the unbearable times she spent with her. More and more tears were had come out, and they wouldn't stop.

That's when it came to Olivia; a newspaper article she had read from 7 years earlier. Although she had no apparent reason why, Olivia had saved it. She remembered putting it somewhere. She had to find it; she could recall it had to do with a young girl supposedly being abused by her mother, who denied it. Olivia opened up the glove department, and searched all around for it when she, providentially found it. She read it to herself: Mother Accused of Abusing Her Daughter, But Denies It. She was skimming through it when she saw the exact words she was looking for; Kelly Como and Rhonda Como. It mentioned that the charges were later dropped because there was lack of evidence, and Kelly even told the officers that Rhonda had never hurt her. Somehow that's why Kelly's name had sounded familiar when she was called in the middle of the night to go and question her about the attack. It hurt even more to read the article that she found herself crying up another storm. The words were now becoming blurry because of the warm tears swimming down her cheeks.

Never had Olivia thought that a song could explain everything that she had been through, until about thirty minutes after she was able to regain her composure. She turned on the radio, something she hardly ever did (especially during times like these), when the song "Superman", by Five For Fighting, came on. Every lyric from the song was inside her head, relating to her:

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

I'm just out to find

The better part of me

I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane

More than some pretty face beside a train

It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd...but don't be naive

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed...but won't you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me

It's all right...you can all sleep sound tonight

I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

Men weren't meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street

Only a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me

Inside of me

Inside me

Yeah, inside me

Inside of me

I'm only a man

In a funny red sheet

I'm only a man

Looking for a dream

I'm only a man

In a funny red sheet

And it's not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

It's not easy to be me

Even though "Superman" was something that a man had sang, the many words in the song were able to illustrate every unfortunate thing that she had gone through almost all the way through her entire life. The song was right; it wasn't easy to be her.