Italics is dreams. Adult themes such as suicide.

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Chapter 12 – Dreaming

Peter stopped and watched Olivia as she shook for a few minutes. Marcus had moved closer to Olivia as did Maxzille. Maxzille had pushed Peter out the way to be able to get closer to Olivia, speaking softly, "You saw her face? How?" The urgency in his voice was strong but Peter waited to the side.

He watched on as Maxzille tried to get more out of Olivia but all she could do was whimper from the pain in her chest. "Peter…I'm sorry." He only nodded as he knelt at her side, brushing away her hair which had begun to stick to her face. "Livia, what happened?" she tried to speak again but all that came out of her mouth was another whimper and silent tears down her cheeks. As his hand reached out for her cheek Olivia smiled slightly before closing her eyes.

"Come on, she needs her rest. The healing is taking a lot out of her." Marcus placed his hand on Peter shoulder but Peter wouldn't move. "Peter, lets go, now."

Dropping his shoulders, Peter made his way back to the lounge room. "Look me and Maxzille are staying across the street. We will be back in the morning with some books and information, if Olivia will be up for it…" Marcus turned to Peter, "…Peter get some rest ok, and like I said, don't doubt her."

After a few moments Marcus and Maxzille left, Maxzille with a little more resistance. He didn't want to leave Olivia alone, especially with someone who had no way of protecting her. As they left Peter found himself stuck between being at her side and falling asleep on the couch. He didn't know what to think with Olivia saying that Tayla had something to do with any of this, while she was asleep and unable to tell him anything more he wasn't going to think to much of it. His head hurt already as it was. Watching Olivia sleep for a moment or two Peter decided he would watch some TV, he wanted to stay awake for her just in case she needed him. She was peaceful though, less burdened as she slept.

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Peter hadn't meant to fall asleep but the last 24 hours had caught up on him and as soon as his head hit the pillow, that had been resting on the couch from his night's sleep, he was dead to the world.

Peter found himself inside a dream, a sort of dream he had never had before. This one was quiet, no memories of being taken from a bed. He watched as a small girl played in her room. He looked around and found that it was quite bare, a bed, shelves and only one or two toys. The child sat with her back to him, long blonde hair flowing down her back. As he watched her play silently he wondered if he was watching a young Olivia, the child looked to be no more than 4 years old.

As the child turned so she could face Peter he instantly recognized the green eyes staring straight through him. Jumping from her spot on the floor a smiling young Olivia ran straight at him and straight through him. Raising his arms as to make sure he was out of her way, Olivia ran directly through his body and towards the figure behind him. Turning Peter saw Olivia being lifted up into her father's arms. She giggled like a child free of burden should.

Watching the scene around him flash Peter found himself back in the same room but this time it was dark, there were toys that looked like they hadn't been used in years but in the corner sat a small desk. The room was bare of any other forms than himself though. He searched the room for a door, but found none instead he only found a window. Walking towards it Peter looked out and found an older looking Olivia sitting on a swing in a black dress. She was no more than 7 years old now, Rachel played in front of her, seeming oblivious to Olivia and the pain that was so evident. He could see it on her face as she swung back and forward very slowly.

Again it flashed to another scene, this one outdoors but in a cemetery. It was cold, no rain but the thunder above their heads rumbled loudly. There stood Olivia, holding her sisters hand. She was the same age, in the same dress he'd seen her wear before. He just watched from the side as Olivia dropped her head, shoulders shaking slightly as she cried. Her father's funeral

Peter's eyes shot open for a moment. What the hell was going on? Why would he be dreaming of Olivia's father's funeral and how would he even know what had happened that day? Rolling over on to his side, Peter faced the back of the couch in hopes to get a better sleep.

Peter sat along the beach watching another dream. It was cloudy, maybe the middle of October. Olivia sat close to the ocean and didn't bother to move when the tide began to rise. Peter hadn't even noticed it was raining until he ran a hand over his hair, it seemed Olivia didn't either. She was young, older than the last dream, 10 maybe. Until now, most of her dreams were silent except this one.

"OLIVIA ANN DUNHAM! Get inside this house this instant!" A voice bellowed behind Peter, causing him to turn around. A man stood at the house behind them, arms crossed over his chest and Peter could tell he was angry. As he turned back to Olivia he noticed that she was suddenly standing by his side, she dropped a piece of paper to the sand before painstakingly slowing making her way back to the house.

Peter sat outside for a moment wondering if he should follow. Picking up the piece of paper she dropped he noticed the date. October 12th 1989. Her 10th birthday. Peter looked up once more from his position and decided to make the rest of the way to the house. Glancing inside he saw the man hit Olivia's mom. Instantly Peter knew it was her stepfather, the next thing he knew Olivia was pulling the trigger of the gun that rested in her hands, her stepfather falling backwards.

Sharply the scene changed. This time he was standing in a bathroom. It was dark but he could still see. By now he had realized that he had been pulled into Olivia's dreams. She must have been dreaming about her childhood. He could see her blonde slipping over the side of the bathtub. Her arms rested on the sides of the tub.

"What are you doing here Peter?" Peter turned suddenly to find the present day Olivia standing behind him. She was dressed in a deep blue, simple dress, bare foot on the tiled floor. "I…ah…" Peter froze. He honestly didn't know how he got there let alone what he was doing there.

"It's ok. Don't worry so much about it. You were bound to find out sooner or later." Olivia turned back to the scene in front of them, Peter followed suit. Water splashed over the sides of the tub as she moved to a more comfortable position, her head adjusted to be leaning towards where the door was. It was as if she was staring straight through Peter. In front of them a 14 year old Olivia moved her head back to its original position and raised her arms towards her face. The next thing Peter saw was a young Olivia slide a razor across her wrists. He turned his head away in shock, his eyes landing on his Olivia who hadn't turned her head at all. She just watched closely at what her young self was doing. Peter heard a soft sigh come from the bathtub and so using all his strength he brought his eyes begrudgingly back up to the bathtub where he was able to watch as she dropped her arms to the side of the tub, blood cascading down her hands towards the floor.

He wanted to cry but at the same time wanted to know why she would really want to kill herself. He knew she had problems, the death of her father, the spirit following her, making her see things but he would never have pegged her for a suicide.

"Come on, let's get out of here, mom comes in soon and I don't really want to relive that again." Olivia spoke softly but her voice shook with regret and pain.

Peter's eyes shot open once more but this time his whole body straightened into a sitting position. Whipping his head towards the bedroom, Peter jumped the back of the couch and took two strides into the bedroom. Olivia was seated on the bed, knees brought to her chest protectively, much like she had done the night when she woke up from the nightmare, the night they spent together.

Peter didn't think. He just acted. Finding himself at the side of her bed, he placed a hand on her back and pulled her towards him, she tensed, not allowing him to pull her into his arms but only to pull her closer.

Slight change in her history but it seemed to fit. Please review so I know you are still interested :D