Out here in the fields Who: Olivia & Clay Where: The climber tree, and then a clearing near the camp When: Early morning Rating: R (Self harm, mention of rape)
At the first sign of the sun creeping through the canopy of the tree Olivia was making her way down the trunk. It had been another sleepless night, the third one in a row. Sleep was not something that came easily to the young woman, especially when she was stranded in a strange place that couldn't be anything more unlike New York city.
For one who was so incredibly afraid of heights it was surprising how carelessly Olivia climbed down from the branch she had been perched on all night. Her movements were amazingly smooth and well-balanced, however there was a noticeable rush in her actions that was fed by her uncontrollable desire to be back on the ground. It wasn't until she was safely on the muddy floor of the forest that she relaxed.
There were a few other people awake and getting ready to do whatever it was that they had planned for the door, but Olivia didn't pay much attention to them. Instead she wandered aimlessly around the muddy camp,occasionally stepping over a stranded fish. She didn't worry to much about their teeth, the old Converse she was wearing would protect her from that, even if her shoes were ripped and worn-through in several places.
Soon she found herself sitting on a rock in one of the clearings near the camp, her small pocket knife open in her hand. It had been a strange series of events that had brought her there. If the rock had been a little lower, or a little higher, her knife wouldn't have bothered her in her front pocket when she went to sit. If her backpack wasn't still in the tree she would have had a place to put her knife other than her hand. And if the sight of the dry blood on the knife hadn't been so familiar and reminiscent to her old life, then maybe she wouldn't have snapped open the blade and pushed up the sleeve of her Army jacket.
Familiarity was all Olivia was looking for in her life. Strange purple planets and man-eating animals were not things that she was use to and that frightened her. But the second she pressed the blade against the scarred skin on the underside of her wrist, all the fear momentarily disappeared and was replaced by pain. However the pain didn't last and soon her wrist was covered in fresh cuts. They were bleeding, but not enough to call for alarm. She would be fine, she knew that.
However she soon found herself laying back on the rock, her starved body draped across it in a surprising comfortable position. The pain in her wrist and the hard ground beneath her was perhaps too familiar. Soon she wasn't in the middle of a muddy forest anymore, nor was she alone. She was on the streets of New York, the loud hustle and bustle of the city consuming her and making it impossible to think.
Another long series of events came into play and had one tiny little thing gone differently, than maybe things would be much better for Olivia. Had it not been raining she would have been able to find something to eat in a garbage can, however it was raining and so everyone had stayed in that night. Almost everyone, that is, except for a group of young "thugs" who still had acne and were on the prowl for something, or rather someone, to entertain them that night. Usually Olivia wasn't in the part of town. However there had been several other prostitutes murdered over where she usually slept and so, like many of the other girls, she had left. But if she had stayed, perhaps she would have escaped the group of young men whistling and cat-calling in her direction.
The next thing Olivia knew she on the wet ground of a dark alley with the group of young men, who were more like boys, pinning her there. With a cry of pain and panic she quickly sat up, finding herself back in the strange, purple forest.
Swearing faintly she snapped her knife closed and slid it back into her pocket, before wiping her bleeding wrist clean on her dirty jeans. Just then the sound of footsteps squishing in the mud caused her to freeze, waiting to see if the person went pass or came into the clearing.