Note: The story will be taking quite a turn from what It originally was supposed to ne. It will no longer be narrated by "Love" but will remain a third person p.o.v. Enjoy :) ~kd
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Waking up was hard.
In a world where you were resented for your mere existence, waking up was difficult.
Not being able to see the vibrant colours of life for what they were, and not being able to laugh along with the small jokes the neighbours made. Because the joke was her.
Trying not to let the voices get too much was hard. Countless whispers along the streets, shrieking giggles that never seemed to silence.
Waking up was hard.
But then again was there anything that was easy? Even dying came with a price; funeral charges, mourning, crying, broken hearts.
Nevertheless, the death of a person who was dead far before their breathing stopped, was one that was calming and relaxing.
Cutting out her years, gradually and agonizingly, Olivia was dead far before the news was delivered to her.
Because life was a far worse punishment than death.
And mourning was a far more painful practice than anyone could let on.
Waking up knowing there was no one willing to gift you the moon was hard.
"Patient name: Rowan Carvier. Time of death: 4:25 am. Reason: unusual enlargement which caused a seizure and then further caused the patient to choke on the froth. Contact the patient's family."
This is the story of two people. One who died with an immense amount of life in him. And one whose heart stopped working the moment life weighed down on her.
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A few days prior....
"Olivia!" A voice whispered, calling Olivia into the world of endless dreams and doors.
"Join us, Olivia! The end is not far." It spoke softly, in a quite persuasive tone.
"Open your eyes, Olivia." The voice wasn't just one, it was multiple.
A group trying to force something on her, that's what it felt like. A furious mob, but the fury wasn't directed at her. Instead, at the cruel, cruel world which had taken away many things but returned none. Stolen memories that were never to be returned.
An audible gasp sounded as Olivia opened her eyes, expecting to see nothingness.
Except, she was met with a pleasant surprise.
She was blessed with sight.
"Olivia." The voices got louder, in unity.
The scenery was odd.
Four walls, all white. The red lights illuminated the room, basically begging for revenge.
A sudden rush of hot wind hit Olivia's face aggressively, her gray sleeping gown flowing along with it.
The wall in front of her came crashing before her own eyes, the destructed matter fading into thin air. In place of the wall stood a mirror. A huge, spotless mirror.
One's reflection must be one's most prized possession, or one's hell. For Olivia, she hadn't known she was beautiful, but staring into the mirror made her realize how much she hated being blind.
Resentment for the world in her heart grew more and more gradually.
"Olivia, what do you see?" The voices asked.
"Myself." Olivia's voice was hoarse, as if it hadn't known the feel of water since eternity.
"Look into your eyes Olivia...What do you see?"
Olivia's eyes seemed the swirl in beautiful harmony, as if they were dancing.
"Hatred." Olivia spoke in a rigid tone.
"What else?" The voices tempted her to fall deeper into her own eyes.
"Beauty."
"Truth, Olivia." The voices paused, "The truth is in your eyes-before your eyes."
"The truth?"
"Yes..." The voices were alluring, too alluring. "Look into the light Olivia, look at it and It will grant you with things you've always wished for."
Through the center of her heart, a beam of light flashed out, taking her by surprise. As her feet lifted of the ground, she flailed like a new born bird trying to fly.
She stared square into the light that brightened the whole room despite the state of panic she had entered.
"Show me the truth!" She mustered up all her strength to shriek.
Sounding like a banshee in the quiet room, she yelled out one more time, this time the words that flew out of her mouth were incomprehensible.
In a flash, the light disappeared and Olivia's body dropped to the ground. The room was dark, the red lights no longer working.
"Now open your eyes!" The voices yelled, suddenly overpowering.
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Air was always the first form of matter that comforted humans.
Air was the most vital thing to human existence, to anything's existence.
At that moment, what Olivia needed most was air, but there seemed to be no way to grasp it. Gasping and panting, scrambling in her pink sheets, Olivia thought it was finally here.
Her final day.
Only that it wasn't her final day that was coming but justice.
Getting out of her old-fashioned bed that belonged to her dead parents, she looked around her rather plain room.
The walls had cracks running down them, pale white paint scraping off the edges.
The whole outlook of the room was quite vintage. Too vintage.
Nonetheless, the quaint furniture had a quite home-y feel to it. Maybe that's why
Olivia didn't resent it at first sight.
Sight.
What a queer world it was. Olivia could see.
A totally blind person, who had no cornea transplant in her life, had the ability to see.
"A person cannot see the truth, not until their heart truly desires it." Olivia jumped at the sudden invasion of her housekeeper.
"Martha, you scared me."
"Dear, I am least frightening," she began, "what is quite horrifying, is how you can now see."
"W-what?" Olivia stuttered.
"Your sight has been given back by them."
"Them? Who are they Martha?"
"My dear, do not fear. They are Sphinx."
Olivia hard a sharp thud to her right and whipped her head immediately to that side. Nothing.
When she turned her head back to Martha, she saw nothing.
It was in that moment that Olivia came to a realization.
Martha had died 15 years ago.