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Olivia Hughes (_olivia) wrote in thefield,

Olivia drew back again when he pulled himself up onto the branch. She had a firm belief that anyone within a foot of her was only that close because they wanted to hurt her in one way or another. Nervously she fidgeted, unwrapping her arms from the tree as she slowly slid her fingers under one of the sleeves of her jacket, just enough to dig her sharp nails into her wrist. Pain was a familiar feeling, and while she did not enjoy it, it helped to remind her that even though she was in a different place, some things were still the same.

"I-I have a knife," she said in response to having a weapon. She slipped a hand into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a handful of dried flowers along with a small pocket knife. Carefully she put the flowers away, before holding the knife out for him to see. It wasn't exactly the best weapon in the world, however it was covered with blood that had dried and caked off in some spots. Unfortunately it was all her blood, as she never would dare to hurt another person.

"You-you can go up, but-but I'm going to stay here," she told him in a soft, yet stubborn voice.