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Liquid Harmony

Chapter 1

The thud of his boots on the concrete steps to her apartment building echoed through the empty neighborhood. Andy looked down at the flowers in his hand, slightly wilting in the summer heat. He silently kicked himself for forgetting to put them in water in his excitement to see Olivia. He threw open the heavy door, letting the cool air wash over him before crossing the lobby in a few strides, practically vibrating with his anticipation. He punched the elevator button, but after a few moments of impatient waiting opted for the stairs, taking them three at a time. As he reached her floor; a fresh wave of excitement rushed over him before he rang the doorbell. He was moments away from being able to hold her hand, to see her. He was getting tired of constantly having to settle for just memories.

A smile crept across his face at the prospect of seeing her after two long months of touring. Despite being constantly being surrounded by his band mates, he had never felt as lonely as he did without her by his side. He thought of all this as he waited for the sound of her nearing footsteps, but they didn’t come. He rang the bell again. Maybe she was busy, in the shower or something. Maybe he had been wrong, and it wasn’t her car he saw in the parking lot. She probably hadn’t been sitting around waiting for him. He was sure her life went on, even if he wasn’t around to be a part of it.

Andy banged his fist on the door.

“Olivia!”

The only noise was the sound of a paper blowing idly in the wind. He pushed aside the flower pot which stood guard over Olivia’s spare key. If she wasn’t home, he could just wait for her. He had done it plenty of times before. The lock clicked and the doorknob turned easily in his hand as he pushed it open quietly.

“Hey, it’s Andy!” he called as he stepped into the apartment.

The familiar room was cluttered with neat piles of various items. Olivia had clearly decided to do some long overdue spring cleaning. Aside from the gentle hum of the air conditioner, only other noise was the sound of the shower running. He smirked and placed the flowers down on top of a pile of CDs before pulling off his boots and kicking them under the table. She was in for quite the surprise.

Andy tiptoed down the hall towards the closed bathroom door and silently pulled it open, slipping inside and shutting the door promptly behind him.

The first thing he saw the moment he turned around was the way the scarlet color stained the white porcelain of the antique bathtub and the white walls around it. Blood dripped down onto her body from the ceiling; the remains trickled down her limp hand hanging over the edge of the tub. It took him a moment to analyze the situation before he completely understood what was going on.

He went to her as fast as he could, nearly slipping on the pool of blood forming on the floor. He climbed in, straddling her waist as he moved his arms beneath her in order to pull her out. He struggled the first few times, not being able to move in the tight space of the ancient tub. It creaked beneath him every time he moved, the water from the faucet soaking his shirt and dark jeans.

“NO!” he screamed, his vision blurring and his entire body shaking. He knew his time was running thin, and he had to get her out of the tub, but he felt too weak. Her body slumped as he lifted her. Gripping her against him, he nearly slipped as he stepped right into the pool of blood.

“You’re not going to die on me!” he told her. “You’re not going to do this.” He reached for a nearby towel, throwing it over his shoulder and ran into the living room.

Quickly, he sat on the living room carpet, which immediately began staining from the steady stream coming from the large gashes on her thighs and arms. He wrapped the towel around her fragile, pale wrists. He ripped out his phone from his wet back pocket. The screen was black and his mouth fell open.

He allowed her body to fall out of his lap as he slipped from beneath her, careful of her head against the hard floor. He leapt into the small kitchen, not able to remember where the phone was located. It felt like an eternity before he located it, pulling it out of its place and clumsily dialing 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” the calm voice asked on the other end.

Didn’t they know? Didn’t they know what was happening? How could she be so calm?

“Help!” he yelled just as he once again reached Olivia. He pulled her back into his lap and cradled her as her body went stiff and cold.

“What’s wrong, sir?” the voice asked again.

“My g-girlfriend….” He took a few gasps as hot tears fell down his cheeks and onto her. How could he put this into words? It didn’t seem possible.

“What is it?” the operator asked again. She was beginning to sound annoyed.

“She’s dead.”

Andy’s eyes shot open. The alarm clock stared him in the face, taunting him. It was only two in the morning; he still had four lonely hours to get through before there would be anything worth doing. He groaned and rolled over, trying to push the memories of that day from his mind yet again. He wiped the trails of wetness which had somehow escaped his eyes. How long would it be before it would truly be in the past? How many years would it take for her to stop haunting his dreams?

He grabbed his phone off the night stand and shone it around the room as if to make sure Olivia wasn’t really there. It was mildly disappointing when the pale blue light illuminated nothing but an empty room. Sighing, he reached over to his night stand where a ready bottle of whiskey was standing half empty. He unscrewed the top and drank directly out of the bottle until his throat burned and his head spun. The bed springs creaked as he rolled out of bed and onto the floor with a thud.

“Ow,” he slurred to himself as he got back up, gripping the nightstand. He made his way over to the same dresser he’s had for years, and pulled open the top drawer. Her drawer.
Everything that she had kept at his apartment was still neatly stowed away, exactly the way she had left it. It still smelled like that perfume he had bought her two Christmases ago. With trembling hands he pulled out the case the necklace was in. Sitting back on his heels, he opened it.

He had always thought it would be too much to take it out, to put it on his own neck. It didn’t seem to belong there the same way that it belonged around hers. He held it in his hands for a few silent moments, his bedroom walls pressing in around him, before he got up the nerve to unfasten the tiny silver chain with uneasy hands and attempted to put it on himself in his drunken state.

It sat down on his chest near his own silver locket. On the inside sat the only picture of her that he has ever owned, the only picture she had permitted him to take. He always wondered why she wouldn’t want to show off her beauty. She always denied it, even though he did his best to try and convince her. He opened it as carefully as he possibly could.

She looked so different from the way she was when he had last seen her – covered in blood, her delicate mouth turned downward. Instead, she was smiling, one that reached her soft brown eyes. Her dark brown hair forming a curtain around the dimples in her cheeks, coming off her shoulders in waves. He ran his thumb over the small frame, careful not to move it from its spot. The two lockets clanged together as he stumbled back to his bed, reaching it just before he lost his footing and landed on top of the sheets. He clutched the small silver heart tightly in his fist as he slowly drifted back into a troubled sleep.

Notes

Hey guys! If you've gotten this far, I want to thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter. If you liked it, comments are much appreciated. If you didn't like it, critiques are also much appreciated.

And, anyone who is remotely talented in photoshop who would be willing to make a cover photo for this (I made the one I currently have, but my photoshop skills are horrible) should let me know! It would be used on several sites (here, Mibba, Wattpad, and bvbfiction), and I'd give you full credit on every site.

Comments

Can't wait to read more.Please update soon!
AloneWolf656 AloneWolf656
1/14/13
This is amazing <3
Ronnie Ronnie
12/29/12