" I know people are temporary...
..but can you be permanent?"
Stiles-a boy who's sarcastic
Olivia-a girl who's also sarcastic as hell and mentally unstable most of time.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.
People fear what they do not k...
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Chapter thirteen✓
Their room was nothing special. It had a couple walls, some doors, lights, the normal for a hotel room, and not to mention the wretched odor of nicotine that seemed to be inside every single piece of furniture or vent. Olivia felt that her lungs might turn black just from inhaling it.
"Coach really knows how to pick'em..." Olivia said, taking a step back out the door to get a whiff of some fresh air that didn't burn her lungs on every inhale.
She would rather sleep outside than in this room.
The minute she stepped back into the room, she was hit with an unusual nausea that the odor didn't cause. It was so sudden she stumbled through the door which made Allison and Lydia turn towards her.
"You alright?" Lydia looked at the pale girl in front of her. "Is it your wound? Did it open up again?" She asked, growing more worried by the second.
Of course her side was aching like hell, but Olivia somehow knew that her side wasn't causing whatever she was currently feeling. "Oh no, just a little motion sick..." She lied. In reality she felt like all her energy was being drained from her all at once, but she couldn't tell them that since they already had their plates full. It could be a lot of things, possibly her still healing wound was causing her to stumble about or maybe it's just the overwhelming amount of nicotine in the room.
So, she wrote it off.
Instead of staying in the hotel room that was just suffocating, she decided to wander the grounds in hope that there would be some sort of food that wasn't poisonous. Walking down the stairs that she thought would break under the pressure, she reached the ground and saw two people next to what seemed to be a working vending machine.
"Hey Stiles, what-" She was interrupted by Boyd smashing his fist through the vending machine and taking a whole row of snacks out and running off with them.
Olivia and Stiles stepped back and looked at each other.
"Does this mean I don't have to pay for anything?" Olivia asked.
Stiles shrugged, "Free food is free food."
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After that extremely strange event with the vending machine, Olivia made her way up to the room, but ended up bumping into Scott who had just exited through the door she was about to enter. She apologized for bumping into him, yet he didn't even acknowledge her presence, like she wasn't even there. He even shoved her shoulder while passing.
Dick move. Olivia thought.
The whole motel gave her the absolute creeps. It wasn't just the nicotine filled rooms, it was just the atmosphere that gave her the chills. She stood at her room's entrance, a peculiar feeling stopping her in her tracks. The hair on the back of her neck straightened as her hand hovered above the door handle. Something was stopping her from entering and she couldn't guess what it was.
Shoving the feeling down her throat, she mustered up her courage and opened the door.
She was half expecting a ghost to pop out of nowhere and scare the shit out of her, but one never did. Sighing to herself, she went over to the couch and dropped the snacks that she robbed from the vending machine onto the table.
"To think we died for you."
As fast as the speed of light, Olivia whirled around on her heels. Nothing was behind her except the two beds. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, no sign of slowing down. She could have sworn she heard voices behind her, breathing down her neck and into her ear.
"You should have perished the night we died, you're nothing but a disgrace to the family name."
Instantly she diagnosed herself as clinically insane. She whipped her head left and right in search of the voices, yet in every which way her eyes traveled, there was nothing there.
"Your uncle should have shot you when he had the chance."
That specific line had her frozen in her spot. The voice was right behind her, spewing nasty memories that she had no intention of thinking about any time soon. Slowly, Olivia turned her head. At last, she saw the source of the whispers crawling up the back of her neck. Her mother stood right behind her, her pale, almost ghostly skin drenched in the blood soaked clothes she died in.
Her presence stunned Olivia. She knew there was absolutely no way that was her mother standing right in front of her — barely a foot away. But, it was enough to bring her to the brink of tears.
It was a painful reminder of what she tried so hard to forget. The contrast of the mother she remembered in her memory compared to this pale bone-sunken skeleton before her made her even more...just sad.
"Mom?"
The thing in front of her didn't smile or show any sign of human emotion as it just stared directly at her. Alarming enough as it was, Olivia's "mother" began to open her mouth like she was attempting to speak.
"Liv! Are you there?" A voice shouted from the bathroom causing the girl to snap over in that direction. "If you are, can you bring me my towel? It's on the couch!" Allison yelled through the door.
Olivia turned back to where her mother's figure was supposed to be, but it seemed to have vanished into thin air as if she was never there to begin with. Shocked and terrified at the same time, she wiped the tears that started to drop as she went over to the couch and picked up Allison's towel.
Allison opened the door half way, "Oh! Thank you — are you alright?"
Apparently the shaken girl looked more visibly shaken than she realized. Allison scanned over her puffy pale face, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
She immediately straightened up and forced out a small laugh, "What? No, I'm fine and there's no such thing as ghosts."
"Don't jinx it. We live in Beacon Hills, anything could happen at this point. If I see Casper in my room, I'm blaming you." Allison laughed nervously, seriously contemplating if they just doomed themselves.
Seeing as her task was done, Olivia started to walk out of the room. The sick scent of nicotine and other ghastly odders were starting to screw with her mind. Deciding it was best to breathe in something non-toxic for a bit, "Hey, i'm just gonna go for some air for a bit!" she yelled back at Allison.
Not knowing if she heard her or not, Olivia stepped out of the room and instantly felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She searched the small outside hallway for a quiet place to go and just breathe and saw a ladder that led up to what looked like the roof of the motel.
Arriving at the top, the only thing she was was the night sky, peace and quiet...for now.
