Chapter 4: truth hard to swallow
I awoke on the sofa of Olivia's house, I had a warm blanket over me and wet cloth on my head. For that moment I felt calm and at peace, the blanket smelt sweet and comforting. I sat up for a few moments before Olivia walked in.
"Oh your awake."
I quickly jolted up and felt my neck, it didn't hurt any more but I could still feel the scar it had made around my throat.
I then looked at her. "How did I get here? What happened to me?"
"Well you fell on the floor and started choking yourself, you passed out so I carried you inside and laid you on the sofa."
My jaw dropped. "What?! I wasn't choking myself, I was being choked!"
Olivia had a confused look on her face. "No I saw what happened, you wrapped your hands around your throat and crushed your windpipe."
I ran to the mirror and looked at my reflection, I could see hand marks all around my neck. But it looked too violent to be self inflicted. It had too much force to of been me doing this.
"I swear it wasn't me, it was this scar." I showed her the mark on my neck by tugging at my collar.
"Mason, its impossible. Scars cant choke you, they are just scars. It was you who did it to yourself!"
I stood there staring at the floor lost in thought, I know what had happened to me. I wasn't choking myself... was I?
A tear ran down my cheek. "Why...why don't you believe me?... You think im putting myself through this pain don't you? You think im crazy don't you?!"
I saw Olivia's eyes welling up with tears. She jumped into me and held me tightly.
"Olivia?"
She pulled away and looked straight into my eyes, I don't know what came over me but I guess you could call it being shy. She moved in and kissed me not holding back, frozen in the moment. We stood there for a few moments in the kiss, until we both pulled away.
"what...was that?" I stuttered nervously
"Im not sure..." She blushed