This might be depressing. Sorry. :P

"..." Oliver stayed silent. Black inked the atmosphere a while ago, officially declaring nighttime. She sighed with heavy eyes, gazing up at the nostalgic void. Little stars glinting ridiculed her; as if saying she was bound on Earth permanently. A sullen expression came to her once emotionless face. It was one of those nights. One of those nights when Oliver troubled till the sky turned soft orange. She shuddered every once in a while when the wind appeared by, but couldn't care less.

Empty

Wasn't that a marvelous word? Unfortunately, That's what Oliver felt more often. One day it would just overwhelm her; turning into an eternal feeling. The isolated girl got comfortable on the ground; occasionally picking leaves and little pebbles off of her arms. There was something about the night sky that made her feel so atrocious. Maybe it was the astronomical charm it radiated. Multiple complexions of purple, blue, pink, and grey blended together to form bewildering patterns. The stars added light to the masterpiece, so all of the communities could share the grace.

The girl felt overwhelmed with life... Dealing with losing someone you loved hurt. It hurt like hell. Oliver subconsciously put a hand to her chest; as if she were clenching the breaking heart of hers.

She had friends but frequently felt isolated; like she was stiff in a mold of tar. The tar stood for her fears. No matter how many times she tried to move, she couldn't escape. The tar wouldn't budge, and it destroyed her.

Or Bees. Bees were her thoughts too. Each and every bee left a regret or trouble. They swarmed her and caused the poor girl to panic; particularly when the queen bee came. Oliver thought of the queen as her insecurities.

The girl had such generous friends, but she had to resist the urge to push them away. Oliver was terrified... terrified of herself. What if she lost control again? What if she harmed someone? What if they thought she was too clingy and ungrateful then abandoned her?

More bees seemed to swarm the twisted mind of Oliver; The girl letting them invade. She strangely appeared peaceful on the outside but was secretly withering on the inside. Her cold arms seemed to scorch with memories and words.

She was exhausted. And it felt as if no one loved the girl... She couldn't blame them though. No one cared for a monster.

The disturbed girl was mainly bothered by the fact that she slaughtered innocent people; just for her own will to live. How did she enjoy the taste of human flesh? She was biting away at her fingers, trying to see if she still liked the taste of blood.

Oliver's face spun to disgust as soon as the metallic taste filled her mouth. She still continued to gnaw away at her fingers, denying the fact. They slightly stung.

The girl was swollen and drowning.

Everything was soft that night. No animals, No commotion, nothing. Just a cold, lonesome night with an uncomfortable girl gradually dying inside.

...

Out of all the violent bees that attacked her, there was one bumblebee.

"Run Away."

It didn't wound her with awful things, but sort of opened her unique eyes to reality.

It was likely no one would witness her leave, which was a plus. Oliver got up from the seasoned ground, once again brushing items off of her.

This was her breakout, she'd flee tonight. The miserable girl just wanted to escape and live an ordinary life... Without derange psychopaths, ghosts, and murders.

A yawn crept up her throat as she stretched. Oliver breathed on her plan; determined.

With a balled-up fist, She headed back to the mansion. It was gloomy, but not as dark as it was outside. Oliver walked down the dimly lit halls with rage boiling in her. She craved to change her life for the good. Not be a killer or injure anyone.

Oliver eventually found her own bedroom and impatiently flicked the light switch on. At this point, she didn't care who she awakened; Because she didn't even notice how audible she was being. Oliver anxiously yanked drawers open and went through her shelves.

It might've hurt, but everything is temporary.

The rebellious child had everything she needed. A gym bag in one hand and Fred in his pouch slung over her shoulder.

Oliver loudly walked down the corridors with an intense but careless look. She exited the front door and turned to look back. Oliver grimaced at the place for a few good minutes before storming off.

...

Oliver finally went cold... The girl was gone for good.