The brain is an astonishing thing. It can push out the unimportant information and memories, and it can also decide if something is too traumatic, and will be too much of a burden to carry. Park always loved drawing , but until recently he wasn't able to draw realistically, or in any way he was satisfied with. That all changed when he started seeing these little flashes of images in his mind. These images were of this little eleven year old girl who had her mouth sewn shut , her face all cut up, and her throat slit. Park sat in his dimly lit room finishing the shading to his latest drawing of the girl. Olive, is what he called her, for no particular reason other than she looked like it was her name. She has dark curly hair and light eyes, kind of like Park does. Park finally put away the gruesome drawing and checked the clock. It was seven, so it was getting close to dinner time. Park headed down the hall, past the box filled room and down the honey oak stairs.

After praying , he began to eat his food diligently so he could get back to drawing.

Parks father began to say "I know moving is quite stressful and with what happened to.." His father got choked up at the thought of what had happened to a beloved family member. "Her, But Park you're making me very concerned and I need to know that you remember her. You're acting like she never existed and it's getting out of hand," His dad finished. It's been nearly a year since mom died. Dad needs to get over it, park thought. We all had to get past it in one way or another.

"Yes i remember mom. She died two years ago and i learned to put that past me," He paused for a moment, " You should put it past yourself, too." Park stood up and started to walk away from the table but his father called to him.

" Park, please that's not what i meant i was -" his father pleaded, but his voice was cut off after park turned the corner of the staircase.

He passed the box filled room with the lavender walls, but this time something caught his eye. This time he saw something move in there. He sprinted to his room and grabbed the closest thing he had to a weapon, an iron paper weight. Park raced into the lavender room to see a young girl turned away from him and looking at the maple tree in front of the window.

"Hey" park said " Who are you and why are you in my house." The girl turned around and Park jumped back in surprise.

"Olive" He said very lightly, as though anything louder would make her disappear. She smiled and reached her hand out to touch his face, but he felt nothing.

" Oh god! You're real? Or wait, did i create you? I'm so sorry if i knew that you were real i wouldn't have put you through so much pain," He said slightly louder. Olive pulled back her hand quickly and shook her head. She had a disappointed look on her face. She walked over to a stack of boxes in the corner and tried to open up the top one, but her hands passed through it like mist.

" Do you want me to open it for you ?" Park asked now at a normal speaking volume. Olive nodded yes and tried to open her mouth to say something, but the thick wire binding her mouth stopped her. He opened the box and Olive grabbed a book. She held it up so that Park could read the title. It was a copy of shakespeare's Romeo and Juliette.

" You can read it if you want." He said. She shook her head, and pointed at him.

" Oh , you want me to read it to you." She shook her head and sighed through her nose.

" I don't understand what you would want it for if you don't want to read it." Park said as he messed around with his paper weight. He looked up to see Olive pacing around and sighing constantly. This made Park pretty nervous, and as he watched her the frustration turned to anger. Park began to back away, but the glare she shot at him made him second guess his decision. She lunged at him and hit him with the book very hard and it would definitely bruise. He threw his paper weight at her and turned away as it hit her. Park turned back to make sure Olive wasn't hurt too badly, but she was gone. The book lay on the ground, and park picked it up and brought it into his room.

Looking at the cover Park wondered if this was a symbol. His interpetation of the book is two teenager's ignorance got them killed and caused tragedy for everyone close to them. Park wondered if she was trying to tell him that his ignorance will get him killed. How did she disappear? It all seemed unreal, Park had created life, just from drawing this girl, and she still tries to deny it. This is enough excitement for me and i'd rather sleep than deal with the problem at hand, Park thought.

Park slept through his dad coming in and checking up on him every once in a while, and also slept through Olive coming in and taking the book from his arms. She sat in his desk chair and flipped through the pages. She was sick of waiting for Park to wake up, so she closed the book and threw it to the floor. Park awoke startled, because of the loud banging noise. In a confused haze he looked for the source of the noise. To his relief it was just his book falling. But then he looked up and saw Olive sitting in his chair staring at him and his heart dropped to his stomach. He jumped up to his feet and looked for the paper-weight. That's right, I left it in the lavender room, he thought.

" What are you doing here? You need to leave now." Park said in a stern voice, attempting to appear fearless and daunting, but he was really just terrified, and anyone could tell.

She handed him a jacket , and motioned for him to follow her. Park reluctantly followed her downstairs and through the kitchen. Park stopped to get a knife, in case she attacked again, and gripped it tightly. They walked outside into the crisp October air, and headed to the mystery destination. Park's breathing was short and shallow, and his hands were so clammy that he was scared he might drop his only defense. After following the dim lights that lit the dark path to the destination, Olive lead Park to a park. They sat down on a bench and in a few minutes Park's breathing became deeper and less labored. Olive looked at him as if she was expecting something to happen.

" This is where i go through to come home from school," He said unsure. Olive motioned him to continue.

" Well sometimes i would sit and watch the kids play on the play ground but that's about it."

Olive sighed and looked around. She jumped up and led Park to a trail.

" Um, Olive i don't know about this" Park said,with fear laced in his voice. He gripped his knife tighter and stepped into the trails, expecting the worst.

The chilled October air would have been very comforting to Park, if he wasn't worried that he was being led to his death. The leaves crinkled under their shoes as Park turned his attention to a huge pile of rocks. An image of a battered, dark red baseball hat in bright daylight, lying by this rock flashed into Park's mind. What the hell? Maybe she drugged me as i slept and these are all hallucinations, because this is really trippy, thought Park.

" So, Olive. Why are we here? " Park asked nervously. He looked to her expecting an answer.

" Oh yeah. You cant talk. I'll just ask yes or no questions and you can shake your head or nod." Park thought for a moment " Are we here to look for something?"

Olive shook her head no.

" Okay. Are we here to do something?"

She nodded her head yes.

"Okay we're getting somewhere. Are we going to play a game?"

She shook her head no, and a wave of relief rushed through park's body. He was worried that her idea of a game might be a little bit murderous.

" Are we here to," he paused for a moment and thought about the flashing image. Maybe it wasn't a hallucination, and Dad had a point about his dinner conversation topic. " Are we here to help me remember?".

She smiled and nodded yes. They continued in silence listening to the crinkling leaves until park finally said softly " why can't i remember you, Olive?"

...

They finally approached the end of the trail, where there was a huge pile of rocks. Olive brought Park around to the side of the rocks that had a small opening. She climbed through the opening, and Park followed. There was a concrete staircase that led to and open room with a metal table that was caked with dry blood, and tools used for surgeries all over the walls. On some shelves there were knives, saws, and sewing kits. The whole place gave Park an American horror story asylum kind of feel. Upon further inspecton of the room, he found a corpse of a 40 year old man, and it was a new corpse with a knife in it's neck and many bruises. He must have died from that knife wound in his throat, thought Park as he moved on to the table. Park ran his forefinger along the bloody table and collapsed onto the ground.

...

Everything came flooding back in, how he used to read Romeo and juilet to her, and go swimming in the public pool with her, and left his dear little sister alone long enough to die. One month ago, he was waiting for her to finish playing at the park, some girl was talking to him about history class and he didn't make sure she was with him when he left. He was in a hurry because there was a storm coming. He was halfway home when he realized Olive was gone and came running back to the park. He asked around frantically until he decided to go look in the trails. He didn't have any luck until he saw her dark red baseball hat laying by a rock. He ran shouting her name until he came across that pile of rocks. Feeling defeated, he sat down, lost balance, and fell near the opening. With his heart pounding, he climbed down the stairs.When he got downstairs he cried out, because this girl he grew up with was dead on the metal operating table, with her lips sewn, deep cuts all over her face that soaked her hair in blood. He grabbed one of the knives off the wall and called the police. A few minuets after he finished up with the operator, Park heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he crouched down to hide next to the blood covered operating table. A man in his mid forties aproached the girl that lay on the table and touched her face. Park sprang up from behind the table and stabbed the man in the throat after hitting him repeatedly. After that was just a blur of energy draining events. Questionings, court, and therapy.

...

Park woke up, propped up against a wall, and he held his head in his hands.

" How could I forget you? You're my sister, I'm so sorry that i left you alone, i never meant for this to happen," Park said. He looked up and blinked away tears to see Olive standing over him with a cold look on her face.

With fear trembling in his voice, Park said " Olive, what are you doing with my knife?"