[center][u][b]The Young’s Silent Pain [/b][/u]

Academy within Loom, Evening [/center]

[u]Olivia[/u]

The travel from one end of the room to the door on the left seemed to have taken forever, the small bedroom nothing more than a mini-mansion in the volume. Then Olivia paused at the door for a moment. Her uncovered hand had risen only to stop in the middle of her action, her other hand held the sweater dress close, while her teeth bit her lip in hesitation. Her eyes looked at the intimating thing before her. On a reflex, her hand lifted away for a bit while she debated with herself. At first, she considered not opening it and delaying her much-needed bath until the morning. 

However, it seemed Lisara sensed her worry, as well as her stalling thoughts. The purple canine appeared at the young girl’s side, the soft glow of the room filtered by the hell fire of green was the only thing that gave her presence away. Gently and without being asked, the hellhound nudged the door open causing it to creak open. Olivia smiled a bit in thanks then finished walking in alone and leaving Lisara to gather some things for her.

Olivia was hit by awe when she entered the bathroom. Though she had been used to growing around impressive things since she could remember, something didn’t fail to impress her and this was one. Marble, grey white and polished to a reflective glim surrounded her as the floor spread from one corner to another. Her eyes glanced down to spot the image of herself shone back through the darker surface. She looked like a mess, noted when she could actually see herself for the first time, her eyes fixed in place to absorb the day’s effect on her vision. Her hair appeared to stick out at many different angles, her skin pale and sickly looking while her eyes seemed rather bloodshot. Dirty, grime and other stuff she didn’t want to think about stained both her face and clothes. Even strands of her ‘cast’ stuck to her arm causing her jerk her hand to rub it off with a shiver. Not wanting to dwell too long, she tilted her head to the right and saw the shower. In her mind that was the best place to bath. Mainly cause she didn’t have to worry about touching anything or collecting unwanted memories of the prior occupants, yet she felt the weary weight of the day settle into her body. It ache, both mentally and physically, at the thought of her standing any longer then needed. Olivia sighed not bothering to examine the reason. 

Her head shifted to the left and found a slight relief to see the large, marble decorated tub. On its flat edges, framing the low curved tub were tons of shampoos, bubble baths, scented oils and more which seemed to be waiting to be used. She smiled faintly. It was basically an invite and one she wanted to use, badly. Just behind her on the door’s left was a cabinet, decorated to fit the scene with its wooden surface and marble colored handles. Her hand pulled the edge of the sweater dress to shield her hand as she opened it. Towels, rags, and more were on display in the many cabinets which seemed to be the basic essentials. Hopefully, she pleaded inside, the day could be washed away and her mind could forget it all. Her faced turned back to the tub’s edge and dragged her feet toward the edge where she lowered herself. The still covered hand reached across for a single bottle. Picking it up, she narrowed her eyes to examine it before she set it back down. Again, she repeated this with a few more until one, a lavender and vanilla scented bath oil, caught her attention. She was well practiced at doing things one-handed while she turned on the water, poured in the oil and let the bubbles fill the tub. Listening to the steady tumbling of the water mixing in the bath, Olivia returned to the cabinet to retrieve a towel and washrag for the end. Both were soft to the touch which she couldn’t help but press into her face for a sense of enjoyment. 

Allowing the water to fill up most the way, she peeled off her filthy and memory ‘soiled’ uniform while she stepped into the thick bubbled covered water. Her body lowered into the hot, steaming water that eased her muscles and stress away. Steam and bubble filled her face causing her to settle back until she was neck deep, stopped short of drowning herself within it. Olivia let the water run a bit before she shut it off. The heat seemed to fill the room and fog up the mirrors over the twin sinks, her lips slightly twisted into a bitter amusement. Her head tilted to the side as she let her mind drift in and out of the present, partly recounted what she could remember. Namely details for Aeris and her brother. 

[i]Emmet… Where were you? Why weren’t you there? How could you, don’t you care anymore?[/i] 

With each question, her head seemed to throb, not wanting the answer. Her head sank a bit more when she felt the tears start to sting her eyes. It seemed to be the only thing to separate her from the world outside but it wasn’t enough. The tears continued to crawl across her cheeks while her heart cracked across her core, breaking into tiny pieces that seemed beyond repair. Her heart hurt so much never to know the answers that her body had naturally started to curl, balling within the water like a helpless, weak child she knew she was. And hated it. Her voice struggled to silent the crying creeping into her voice. Each time she wasn’t sure if she hated Emmet, blamed him for failing her, or just wanted him to hold her and be here. The sobs started to choke her body until it trembled. Her arms pulled tighter about her bended legs, trying to become smaller and smaller though she knew deep inside it didn’t do any good. 

[i]How did the day twist into something so ugly?[/i]
 
It felt like hours had passed before her tears ceased on their own. Or rather, became nothing more than dried memories of her pain. Her bath has dropped in temperature until it was almost cold, telling her some length of time had passed and it was time to get out. Olivia rubbed at her eyes a bit then pushed upright; her body finally cleaned of grime from her unwanted capture. Pulling the plug on her way out, she hopped over the edge and picked up the sweater dress where she left it: right on top of the towel nearby. She dried her body off with careful measure and lost in her thoughts, her eyes shifted to the pile of her clothes as she realized what she had to do. Sighing she kicked the top layer off with her bare foot and bent down for her undergarments, the only pair she had. The ideal of going all-natural underneath didn’t appeal as it did with some girls older then her. 

Slipping them on, she followed with the white sweater dress and found it came just a few inches above her knee. It was shorted then she was used to that or she knew Darius would’ve allowed her to wear it. Olivia’s eyes actually popped at the fact to see so much of her legs at once that she felt her face redden slight in embarrassment. Instinctively her fingers gripped the edge then tugged it downward, hoping to stretch the fabric a little more. It didn’t work out. Instead, it curled upward. 

“Geeze… Noel, when I see you again we’re going to have a long talk about dress lengths!” Olivia said more to herself, her face redder and redder. This was purely ridiculous! 

A little busy trying to keep her modest- though really it didn’t show anything more than a few inches near her thigh middle- Olivia’s eyes had snapped to attention when she heard a noise. She once more saw Lisara, the hellhound making her way in with a pair of gloves firmly in her muzzle. If the girl didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn the canine had made a soft growling chuckle at her hands fixed to her legs. Namely, her goal was trying to stop the furling upward motion of her dress. She finally released her hands to receive the gloves then placed them. Thankfully, the edges of the sweater dress had only lifted a bit more then settled into place. Too bad, it didn’t stop her from being very much aware of the air licking up her legs and casting a chill over them, enough to make it goose bump. Darius was going to be rather mad, she realized with an uncomfortable grin while she followed Lisara out. The hound padded to the door and plopped down in front of it. 

Her eyes drifted Ris’s slumbering form. The vampire’s chest heaving up and down in a slumbering pace gave her a look of serene and tranquility, too pretty and calming to disturbed Olivia thought bitterly. Namely for something as petty as her cell. She inhaled then, despite Lisara indicating a more comfortable sleeping arrangement, crawled in beside the hellhound’s warm body. Gently the animal wrapped about and ensured Olivia was comfortable, their eye lids dripped into sleep until morning where Aeris would likely find them.