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A/N: Thank you to people who review and give suggestions on what should happen next! also thank you to my beta reader!
Olivia quickly pulled down the sleeves on her shirt." Marc, its nothing really" Olivia tried to say.
Marc cut her off "Olivia stop lying to me, I know how you got the bruises. Now how'd you get the cuts?"
Olivia shut the locker door, while Marc stood with his arms folded across his chest.
"I can't believe that your doing this Olivia and to yourself. It's one thing to have your mother give you a whole bunch of bruises but, but to resort yourself to cutting, why?" Marc said mad and upset and all the feelings inbetween.
"Marc you dont understand, I had so much anger built inside and I dont know... I just broke down and the knife was the closest thing. I didn't even realize what I doing until the blood was dripping down my arm. Olivia said tearing up and trying to make him understand.
Marc grabbed Olivia and held her tight, "Dont ever do that again. Please dont ever do that again!" he whispered into her ear.
"I wont Marc, I promise you that I wont!" Olivia said back as they were still holding onto each other.
"Baby let me go with you, or come to the clinic with me? Please?" Marc begged her as the last bell rang and everyone started to pile out of the classrooms.
"Marc I dont need you or Peter to baby sit me, I can take care of myself." Olivia said back.
"Great proof of that..." he said accidentally under his breath, not even realizing that he had said it.
"What was that suppose to mean?" Olivia spat at him not even really caring about the answer.
"Im sorry, I didnt mean it" Marc said as he walked Olivia over to the bus she was now taking.
"Whatever." Olivia said before kissing him on the cheek and walking onto her bus. Marc walked into a nice cold breeze as he entered the clinic. It wasnt really that busy, Lana embedded deeply in what she was doing on her computer.
"Hey Lana!" Marc said while leaning over her.
Lana looked over "Hey kid!" she responded like usual.
"Is my mom busy?" he asked politely, still looking at her computer screen.
"Not right now, go right in." she answered.
"Thanks Lana."
Marc tapped on the door lightly, until he heard his mom call come in.
"Hi mom!" Marc said as he plopped into one of the chairs across from her desk.
"Hi, whats going on?" she asked looking away from a patient file.
"I need your advice?" he said while playing with one of the figurines on her desk.
Lu moved his hand so that he would look at her "What is it?" she asked.
Marc looked into her eyes "I have this friend and she, mom she cut herself and I dont know what to do for her" Marc said almost in tears.
"Well Marc you have to get her to come to the clinic and get some help. Also try not to leave her alone by herself because if she becomes use to it she might not stop." Lu tried to answer.
After hearing Lu finish what she was saying, Marc quickly got out of the chair and ran out of her office. When he got to the doorway Peter turned and said hi but Marc just sped right by him. Marc ran all the way to Olivias house, when he got there he was considering whether to go to the door or to climb the roof to sneak through the window like they did occasionally. Marc decided that since Olivia's mom had been drinking lately that he would climb up onto the roof. He was getting so use to doing it that it was rather simple. Marc got to Olivias already opened window and peered in to see her on the floor crying, and her reaching for a knife. At quick impulse Marc pulled the screen up to the window. He quickly but silently he ran over to her, he grabbed her from behind scaring her half to death. Olivia dropped the knife, and Marc kicked it farther across the room.
"Marc what are you doing let go of me!" Olivia shouted at him trying to fight him off of her.
Marc let go of her and stared at her in disgust "What am I doing, what am I doing? You are the one that was just about to cut yourself again and after you promised me, you promised me that you wouldnt!" he pratically shouted.
"Not everybodys life is as good as yours. You dont have to go threw what I have to go threw everyday. I have to release myself somehow!" Olivia shouted back at him.
"You dont need to release yourself like that, you choose to! Nobodys life is perfect no matter how bad you want to believe that it is." Marc shouted.
"Well maybe nobodys life is perfect but not everyone has a conniving mother that says she'll stop drinking and then starts up again. Not everybody has a mother that hits them for no reason. And finally not everybody gets a constant reminder that they are unwanted, and was just a product of rape!" Olivia said breaking down into tears.
"Olivia Im s..." Marc started to say.
Olivia left the room in tears; she ran into the bathroom and started to let all of her tears just flow. Marc followed her and was greeted by the door slamming in his face. He could hear Olivia crying on the other side.
"Olivia, Im sorry. Im sorry baby." Marc repeated contently through the door.
"Just go away Marc!" she sobbed.
"I'm not leaving you, not until I see that youre alright!" Marc said through the door hoping that she would come out.
Olivia sitting on the floor her eyes red and puffy from vigorous crying. Her back leaning up against the tub, her knees being held close to her face. All she hears is the words being said through the door, she would look up and stare at the door as if a person would appear and lead her out. Whenever she would look up and over at the sink she would see what could help take the pain away. She sees what had helped her a couple times before. A razor that laid at the edge of the sink just waiting to fall into her hands. Olivia slowly reached up and grabbed the razor, her whole body shook as she relaxed her body back down on the floor. She stared at the razor her hand shaking nonstop; she slid the razor across her soft skin surrounding her wrist. She let in and out deep breaths each time as she slid it across. And as soon as she felt that her pain inside was gone she dropped the razor on the floor, she grabbed a towel and applied pressure on her cuts.
Through the door Marc now resisted to sitting on the floor outside the door "Liv please come out. please!" he said as he heard her weeps get louder. "Olivia I love you, please just let me in please." Then when Marc heard it get quiet inside the bathroom he started to knock and pound on the door. "Olivia please say something, so that I no your somewhat alright! Marc begged through the door running out of options of what to do.
"Marc please, you can totally find someone better than me. Someone that you dont have to contently think what is she doing, or is she alright. Go find someone to make you happy!" Olivia said truly believing that Marc can do ten times better than her.
Marc was answering to Olivia, but his words were in the background to her; like in the movies where your talking to someone that's there physically but emotionally their far, far away. Olivia felt the pain come back to her again; she felt the shivering and the shakes start. She started to reach for the razor when she felt that she wanted something stronger than a measly cut on the wrist. Still shaking Olivia stood up and wobbled over to the sink. She gripped the sink tightly with one hand and with the other she started to reach up to the medicine cabinet. Before opening it she stared at herself in the mirror crying and shaking her head, thinking you need this, you want to get away from this. Olivia opened the cabinet and found the pills; she read the label that was unclear to her. The only thing she paid attention to was 'takes away the pain.' At first she only took two pills while sipping water down. After a while Olivia felt that the pain wasn't going away so she took more. Soon enough Olivia had taken the whole bottle.
"Olivia I know you been through a lot please come out? please?" Marc pleaded.
Olivia now felt her body starting to react to the drugs that she had just taken. She started to stand up, to go open the door. When all of a sudden she just fell. Marc heard the loud bang and pounded even harder on the door.
"Olivia!" he screamed.
Still not getting a response Marc ran up against the door at full speed a couple of times until the door opened. He saw Olivia laying on her stomach unconscious on the floor.
A/N: What did you think, what will happen next?
