I awaken from what feels like a very deep slumber.
Blood. Blood on my hands, blood everywhere... and the sound of Vi crying in the distance.
What happened?

~

[Olivia's POV]

It's been two weeks since Hannah and I became a couple.
She's... special. I don't know, I've never met anyone like her. It feels like she's a video game and I have to keep unlocking level by level to unlock the final secret, every conversation, every kiss is a new level, an I'll have to keep digging. I'm captivated, I can't let go, I have to know everything about her.

It sounds funny, doesn't it?
I've kissed her, I've been as close to her a person can possibly be to another human being.
And yet, I feel like I haven't even scratched the surface of who Hannah Rosecorn is.
Is this what they call love?
She's attractive. I've never been able to hold deep conversations like this with anyone else before. And yet, she barely lets me know anything about her.

I know what her favourite colour is. I know what she likes to eat. I know she has a weak spot for kittens. I know she hates birds. I know who her favourite Author is, what kind of movies she likes to watch, how she likes her tea and how much coffee she needs to wake up in the morning.

I know so much about her, and yet it feels like I have no idea who she is.
She loves me with all her heart and I can't for the life of me figure out why. Her heart seems so fragile, I could never hurt her. But I would lie if I sad I love her. I met her three weeks ago. I'm attracted to her, I'm completely captivated by her and I have a crush on her. But can you really speak of "love" after not even a month of knowing each other?

I'm saying this, and yet I know I'd be heartbroken if I lost her.
I've never felt anything like this for another person.
Hannah is... special.

She's on her way to me and I get unreasonably happy every time I get to see her.
She has this smell to her... this smell that's sweet, yet bitter. A smell that makes me fly to cloud nine every time it hits me.
And don't get me started on the sex. I was a virgin and convinced I'd save myself for marriage or, at the very least, for someone I'd know for a long time.

But after only a few days, I wanted nothing more than her being the person to take my innocence.
I don't have anything to compare her to, but every orgasm she gives me is an explosion, a firework. I have never seen her fully naked but I long to.

Today will be the day. I don't want her to be ashamed of her scars. If anything, her scars make her even more beautiful. I want to inspect every inch of her, show her that she has nothing to be afraid or ashamed of.

I know I said it's too early to speak of love, but, maybe, just maybe, this is meant to be forever. I have this feeling deep in my heart.

The doorbell rings, and I rush to open the door for her. It's a hot spring day, but she's wearing a long sleeved shirt, as always.

We waste no time. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Drunken with love, we tumble into my bedroom, which has seen our love so many times before.

I pin her to the bed, kiss her neck. She's softly gasping and panting. She rarely moans. I try to make her moan every time, because it lets me know I'm doing something right.

I reach her chest, creep my hands under her shirt and carefully try to push it up. She grasps my hands and turns me over. She's sitting on top of me, playfully fighting my hands off her shirt and then kisses me like she does. There is no struggling against her grasp, I give in to the wave of lust that overcomes me.

~

She's cuddled up next to me, breathing evenly and quietly. She said something about another fight with her sister, I guess she's exhausted. She doesn't usually fall asleep after sex, but now – she's out like a light.

Ever since we got together, I don't remember a single day where she and her sister didn't fight. I've heard her sister yell at her over the phone multiple times, but never met her in person.
She's stopped driving her to school. I don't mind though, this way, I pick her up, making her the first person I see every morning. We usually spend the afternoon and evening together, with the occasional day off.

I have never been able to convince her to stay the night, though. And she never let me stay the night at her place. She claims it's because she takes up the whole bed and talks in her sleep. I don't buy it. Right now, she's curled up into a little ball and I can hardly even hear her breathe.

It's like her entire life is surrounded by mystery.
What are you hiding under that shirt, Hannah? I look at her, her closed eyes and her slightly parted lips. Is it really scars what you're ashamed of? I sit up, removing the woollen blanket that has been covering the both of us. She didn't even bother putting her panties back on, she's naked from her hips downward. She's laying on her left side.

There's something... something on her hip. Something blue. I take another look at her to make sure she's still sleeping soundly. My curiosity gets the best of me. Carefully, I push up her shirt up to about her breasts.

It's... a tattoo. Blue clouds and what looks to be pink bullets. I could swear... I've seen this somewhere before.

Suddenly, my whole world comes to a halt. It feels like my body is glass, and it's shattering. Every single inch is breaking. I feel sick and at the same time, horribly numb.

I have seen this before.