Authors Note -
OK. This is a story called "Cut". I've been handwriting this in a notebook for a bit over a week so chapters should be up pretty quick unless the even of hmework interfers.
This story does deal with "Self Harm" so if that makes anyone uncomfortable don't read it. It gets pretty confronting but one of my friends really liked it and he said I should post it.
Anyway, please R&R. No flames please, just advice or compliments.
Olivia sat in the interrogation room. The victims name was Stephanie Merlock. Olivia stood as Stephanie entered the room.
"Hi Stephanie, I'm Olivia." She introduced herself.
"Hi." Stephanie sat down nervously.
"Stephanie, could you please take me through what happened on the night of August 15th, 2007?" Olivia asked getting right down to business.
Stephanie nodded and began to tell the story of the pain that her rapist had inflicted on her as she shed her tears. Olivia had to prompt her a couple of times but otherwise it was a good interview.
Afterwards, Stephanie burst into tears.
"It's going to be ok." Olivia tried to reassure the young woman.
Stephanie let out a slight laugh, "At least he wore a condom. When my mother was raped he didn't where a condom and that's the reason that I'm here." She sighed.
Elliot saw Olivia's expression falter from behind the glass as the woman's words flowed from her lips. He cringed as he watched her crumble inside.
"You were a product of rape?" Olivia breathed.
It sounded harsh, and in a way it was, but Olivia hadn't meant for it to come out that way.
Stephanie nodded.
Elliot walked in a second later, "Stephanie you're free to go. We'll call you if we need anymore information."
Stephanie got up and left the room without another word.
Elliot looked to where Olivia was still sitting. He could see the tears threatening to fall as she reminisced about her own childhood.
"You ok, Liv?" He asked.
Olivia nodded, a single tear dropping onto the table in front of her as she did so. Her stomach was churning; she needed to get out of there.
"Can you tell Cragen that I felt sick and went home?" Olivia asked Elliot, knowing Cragen was on his lunch break, "I might be back later."
"Yeah, sure Liv." Elliot sighed sympathetically.
"Thanks." Olivia got up and pushed past Elliot. She quickly picked up her coat and walked out of the squad room.
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As she drove home she let the tears fall as the song "Crash and Burn" came on the radio.
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore…
Olivia couldn't help thinking how ironic it was.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
As she listened she found herself thinking about Elliot, she began to cry harder.
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day…
Somehow, she doubted these lyrics very much so.
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart
Olivia's vision was clouded by her tears and she was amazed she had managed to make it to her street ok.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
Olivia pulled into her drive way and turned the keys in the ignition, switching the car off as the song ended.
She stumbled into her apartment as sobs racked her body. She made her way to the kitchen and crumbled to the floor. She sat against a cupboard and cried her eyes out. She took her breath in great hiccupping gulps. She quickly stood and leant over the sink, just in time to be sick. She rinsed her mouth out and wiped it with a tea towel. That's when she noticed the silver bladed, black handled knife winking at her on the kitchen bench
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Cragen had returned from his lunch break and Elliot had already informed him of Olivia's status. Cragen thought it was a bit strange because Olivia never got sick but nonetheless he didn't want to bother her, at least not until he needed her. Instead, Cragen sent out Munch and Fin and left Elliot to do desk duty.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know if I should continue.
Much love,
xXBlissfulCursesXx