𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

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Fourteen
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Tw: mentions of cutting (knives) and suicide, ptsd, anxiety attack, depression, talk of dead relatives

Please read with caution

I open the door and Ollie is standing with a mixture of stress and smeared eyeliner on her face.

"im going to give you updates" I say before hanging up the call with Wilbur.

"so you heard?" Ollie said blankly, walking past the doorway and starting to pace the room.

"yeah—just now" I close the door slowly, preparing myself for what may happen next.

"I knew that it was going to happen someday—I just don't think I expected it" Ollie musters out. I turn around and see her biting at her nails as she paces.

"I still sleep in their bed sometimes—apparently im inheriting all their money—I don't even know how to handle this—" She scattered between subjects,

"so they're—" I didn't want to rush into the subject but was still slightly confused.

"dead" she breathes out, walking around my living room back and forth.

"okay, why don't we sit down for a bit— how did you get here?" I ask calmly,

"I—I think I walked" she racked her brain.

"you think you walked?—isn't your house across town?"

"yeah—I can't really remember what happened—banks called me—told me the information—and I just walked out of the house—I think the neighbor girl tried to calm me down—it felt like I was high—am I high?" she re-traces her steps.

"did you smoke any weed?" I breathe out,

"no—I don't know what to do" she continues to pace, "I think im having a panic attack—but I'm just a little nervous"

"what are you nervous for?" I say cautiously but calmly,

"everything" she stops in her tracks, taking a deep breathe. "im fine" she states, changing her entire mood like flipping a switch.

"are you—" I start,

"im fine" Ollie repeats.

"okay" I nod,

"do you want to go to sleep—"

"no—I'll wait for banks to call again or something" she shakes her head, sitting on my couch.

"let's go on a drive" I declared,

"what?" I see Ollie muttering counts as her foot taps against the ground repeatedly.

"we're going on a drive" I repeat.

"where?"

"I have no idea" I smiled before pulling Ollie up and out the door.

"you need a distraction—and usually im not the spontaneous one here—but this is necessary" I hold onto her hand as we walk down the stairs to ground level, I observe that she's once again counting,

"stop counting your steps" I order, "I mean it" and she nods.

"have you ever been on a loud music-night-drive?" I ask,

"nope" Ollie exclaimed,

"well there's a first for everything" I nod as we get into our seats.

"what if Banks calls?'