Chapter 8: A Mess.

Present Day.

Olivia's POV.

There are some days I wake up feeling depressed, I don't wanna get out of bed early, I don't wanna talk to anyone and I definitely don't wanna answer my phone or get the door.

My Mum told me that we all go through that at some point, that it's the circle of life.

We're happy today, we're sad tomorrow.

I hate this feeling, it makes me think about myself way too much, it crowds my mind with curious thoughts and then it goes, like for instance, today, I woke up thinking that maybe, just maybe, Olivia Conner one flipped the car on purpose, maybe it was a suicide mission.

I don't know how I would feel about that one, I don't even know why I've been thinking about that accident a lot lately.

Anyway, moving along, my new roommate Izzy from Britain moved in a week ago and lucky for me, she's not a bitch, we actually have so much in common, it's almost like we've known each other our entire lives.

I spend the day in my painting room, painting my thoughts away while l