"One pain is cured by another. Catch some new infection in your eye and the old poison would die."
-William Shakespeare
Today was different.
Something about this day was different.
Let's run through the schedule of the everyday life of Olivia Charlene Carvier.
Wake up. Eat. Go for a walk. Get Bullied. Come back 'home'. Cry tears of blood. Sle-
That is what was different, it was all going in order like any other day but this time when Olivia came back home she didn't shed tears of blood. She shed tears filled with poison. Green poison.
A beautiful poison that everyone envied. That everyone wanted to get their hands on, not realizing how much catastrophe and destruction lies within them. I guess it was how it bluffed with people. The Queen Of Bluff isn't Love, nor is it Hatred, but poison that lies within the two. Close to their Heart, away from their conscience.
But then again, what conscience does Love and Hate have? None. Nada. Nothing.
But that is the good thing about it; it feels neither regret nor guilt. They have no fear, no worries no nothing. They just need a target, a victim. A victim to hit over and over again until they are weak in the knees and fall down begging the torturer to spare their life, but once you've taken a shot of that poison, all the begging and shit is useless.
You can't escape it, you are trapped. Forever. Even God cannot help you out of this situation.
Olivia shed tears filled with a poison that lay between Love. Love for her cousin, but it wasn't love, it was a brotherly and sisterly love. She couldn't realize that, as she had never experienced it before. But then again, what does a really know about me?
She recalled a memory of when she was twelve, and had her eye sight; she had asked her grandma about love. She only asked because she had a minor 'crush' on a boy in her grade. He was kind and handsome, honey brown hair, tan skin and an American accent that was so strong, he could easily be distinguished as an American among the Australians and the English.
"Gammy? Can I ask you something?" Twelve year old Olivia asked her grandmother who was pouring cake batter into a pan.
"Sure honey."
"How does loving someone feel?" She questioned.
"Why do you ask? Is there a boy?" She replied.
"Of course not! Why should there be a boy in the middle which results a twelve year old to ask her Grandmother about love? I was just asking about your opinion since you were so madly in love with pops!" She ended her rant by taking a deep breath through her mouth.
"What's his name?" Gammy wasn't convinced about her excuse, people didn't randomly just ask about love, and especially not twelve year olds.
Olivia let out a defeated sigh before she murmured the name 'Levi'. He was a smart kid who had lived in California for 10 years before moving to Wellington.
Wellington wasn't the entire name of the settlement. It was just a shortened version. The full name of the town was Saint Patrick Mary Wellington Settlement. Long, no? It was towards the west coast of England, but people here didn't have strong accents and most that lived here were originally Australians.
"Ahh! He is a cute boy! Isn't he your partner for the project?"
"Gammy!" Olivia whined as if Jacob was standing right beside her.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." She chuckled but turned all serious after that. "Love is something that is given different meanings by different people. In my own words, I would describe it as something that doesn't fade away when it is sincere. Something so beautiful but dangerous, like a waterfall.
" When you love someone, they become the light in your eyes; the sun in your heart doesn't shine when they are in grief or pain. When you love someone, you always put them first and never, ever want to lose them. You think of them day and night, when you wake up and when you go to sleep-"
Gammy was cut off by Olivia's mother calling out her name.
"Olivia! Honey Levi is here!" She called out.
Her face lit up as she glanced at her grandmother with wide eyes.
"How do I look?" She asked her grandma.
She simply pinched the young girl's checks and said 'beautiful' with a cheeky smile on her face.
"Bye Gammy! I will ask you about 'it' later." Olivia put emphasis on 'it' as she exited the room, running towards where Levi and her mother were.
If she remembered correctly, Levi had brought her a flower, but not just any flower, a beautiful Dahlia, Olivia's favorite. It wasn't like any other flower; it had purple, blue, yellow and green in it. It was extremely precious and stunning.
Levi loved flowers as much as Olivia did; he looked for the Dahlia for 4 hours just for Olivia. He liked her, a lot, but just didn't show it.
Unfortunately, Levi moved back to America a year later.
Olivia kept the Dahlia, she still had it. Although it had withered, she still thought it was strikingly gorgeous. She took it in her hand and felt the petals that no longer had any life and thought of it as a beacon of Hope and Love.
She would touch the flower and remember the tenderness of her relationship with Levi. Sometimes she yearned for him to come back, as she still was quite fond of the boy who now would've grown into a fine young gentleman.
She thought having Rowan would fill the hole in her heart that desired for love, so she forced her mind to think that she loved him.
It did cross me multiple times as to why she did that, but I still felt wronged and insulted.
But there, with a wilted flower in her hand, poisoned tears in her eyes and a hole in her heart, Olivia fell into a deep slumber in the late afternoon.
Little did she know, this day wasn't going to be like any other. It would be different and far more painful.