I lift my eyelids, seeing a big blur. "Alina!" I hear. "Olivia.." I whisper. I'm in her arms at the moment. "Yes Ali?" I hear as well. But this time, from across the room. If she's over there, who's holding me? My breath began speeding in pace. It couldn't be. She wouldn't care to help me.
I look up at the face owned by whoever was holding me. I blink a couple times, trying to de-blur my vision. The black and green hair gave an immediate sign of her. "No.." I softly speak. I get off of her lap, almost falling over due to my dizziness. I try walking toward Olivia but fail. Billie caught me in the process.
"Do...Don't touch.. me" I force from my mouth. Her face falls. She mouths 'Sorry'. I felt far from bad. I was proud. Proud that I said something, rather than her doing all the talking. I'm tired of her shit. I'm tired of her.
