A/N: Couldn't wait with uploading this one. Sorry not sorry.
[Olivia's POV]
I did everything to forget about what happened. I deleted her number, all our pictures, stopped going to the café, concentrated on my studies, went out a lot with friends, even bought new sheets for my bed and threw the old ones away.
The past week I have done nothing but tried not to think about it. And it almost worked.
It is Saturday evening, I'm doing my homework. Most of my friends already have plans for today, so it looks like I'm alone tonight. I've already looked up movies I can watch later so I won't be alone with myself and my thoughts.
Schizophrenia. My homework is about Schizophrenia. I can't concentrate.
Then, I hear a sound. Knocking. Someone's knocking on my apartment door. I put the book down, wondering why they didn't just ring the bell.
The knocking keeps growing louder with seemingly every step that I take towards the door.
I open it and –
"Hi, sweetheart!"
My whole body goes ice cold within the split of a second and with a sharp inhale I can feel my mouth getting dry. Hannah... It's... Hannah. Wha- What is she doing here?! I want to run, but I'm frozen in place. I can't move. Every second feels like an hour as my eyes travel down her face and body.
The smile on her face is so wide it seems unnatural. She's skinnier, a lot skinnier than I remember her, so skinny that I wonder how she managed to lose this much weight in just a week. She's wearing a tank top, but I can barely make out her tattoo underneath all of the fresh cuts, some of which are still bleeding. The shadows underneath her eyes are so dark, it looks like she has two black eyes and she looks – and smells – like she hasn't showered since we last saw each other.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
"You told me to come over, silly!"
She holds up her phone as if to show me a text message. But I'm staring at a black screen – that is also cracked. As a matter of fact, the phone is so damaged, I seriously doubt it even works.
"Did I, now," I breathe, "Because you know, I'm... really busy with studying right now..."
"Studying," she repeats in a very weird voice, as if she didn't know what the word meant.
I have no idea what to say or how to react.
"Yeah... you haven't been to college in a few days... is everything alright?"
She tilts her head.
"What are you talking about? I haven't missed a single class!"
What shoul I do? Do I call the police? She isn't threatening me. Maybe an ambulance would be more appropriate – considering her condition.
"What's wrong?", she asks, "Are you going to let me in? I brought that movie you wanted to watch-"
"Look, Hannah, I'm sorry, but I'm really busy right now. Maybe... maybe some other day? I'll call you, okay?", I say, and without waiting for her to respond, I close the door.
"Okay, I love you!", I hear her say from the other side of the door.
My heart is beating outside my chest and my stomach is cramping up.
I rush to the bathroom, but it's all just dry heaves.
Oh God, what do I do? She's completely lost her mind! She seems to be thinking that everything is fine between the two of us.
Should I call Mr. Taper? I should.
Staggering, I get to my feet and grab my phone.
He doesn't pick up.
"I am currently unable to answer your call. Feel free to leave a message after the signal."
As soon as I hear the BEEP, I burst into tears.
"She's here – or at least she was, she just turned up on my doorstep! I think she's lost her mind, I don't know what to do, please call me back as soon as possible!"
And what now? Police? She wasn't threatening me.
Ambulance? What would I tell them where to go? Who says she even went home?
Call a friend? All my friends are out tonight.
Oh God, what if she finds out who my friends are? Would she hurt them? Would she hurt me?
I can't stop crying. This is a full blown panic attack. I rush over to the door and double and triple lock it. Then, I make sure I lock all the windows. I turn off all the lights and sit down on my bed, wrapping myself in the blanket.
My heart still hasn't stopped pounding. I sit on my bed, staring into the darkness, jumping at every sound, until I eventually pass out from sheer exhaustion.
~l~
"Good morning!"
My eyes fly open at the sound of Hannah's voice. She's sitting on my chest, her face inches away from mine. Her bloodshot eyes are staring right into my soul.
"How did you get in?!", I shriek.
"I know where you keep your spare key, silly!", she says, smiling.
I don't have a spare key. How the fuck did she get in?!
I try pushing her off me, but she isn't moving.
She just... sits there and stares at me. I feel increasingly more ill with every second. After a while I'm convinced I'm going to throw up all over her face. But just as I'm about to gag, she gets off me.
"I made you breakfast!", she says, putting a tray on the bed.
Tea, a croissant stuffed with chocolate, fruit salad, a bowl of my favourite brand of cereal.
"I made that croissant myself," she says proudly, "There's a lot more in the kitchen."
"The kitchen? You made these in my kitchen?! How long have you been in here?!"
"I woke up around five and couldn't fall back asleep so I decided to come over."
What the fuck, what the fuck.
"I broke up with you," I burst.
She laughs as if I had just told her a hilarious joke.
"You're so funny, Liv!"
I push the tray off the bed, both the cereal bowl and the tea cup break.
"No! I broke up with you! I know who you are, I know what you are! Even just looking at you makes me sick! For the love of God, get out of my apartment!"
Her smile vanishes.
"Oh... okay, I guess I'll leave then."
I watch her as she leaves my bedroom. Then; absolute silence. Shaking, I get out of bed, shuffling to the kitchen. I'm just about to open the fridge to grab a bottle of water when something stops me dead in my tracks.
She's standing next to the sink, her face wet with tears. In her right hand – a knife.
"How could you?", she sobs.
"Hannah... put that down..."
She takes a step towards me.
"I love you! I thought you loved me too!"
"Hannah, put the knife down."
"We're perfect together!"
I have to call the police. I rush back to the bedroom to grab my phone, Hannah at my heels.
I grab it, she grabs my wrist and raises the hand she holds the knife with.
This is it. This is how I die. I close my eyes.
I feel a sharp pain in my hand that causes me to drop the phone. I open my eyes to see that she has pushed the knife straight through the back of my hand.
Blood is gushing out of the wound. In complete shock and disbelief, I stare at the blood that's running down my arm.
"Were you going to call the police on me? Is that how much you hate me?!", she shrieks, tears streaming down her face.
"Yes! Yes it is!", I respond, now crying as well.
She throws the knife to the floor.
"How could you?"
"Please, please just get out," I whimper.
She lifts her head, staring at me. Then, she screams, so loud and shrill it seems inhumane. She raises her fist and punches the window next to my bed, it shatters.
In horror, I watch her jump out the window.
I live on the second floor, so I know the fall won't kill her.
I can still hear her cry and scream as she runs away from my apartment complex.
My knees give in and slowly, I sink to the floor.
