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intheheart) wrote2012-01-19 04:10 pm
intheheart) wrote2012-01-19 04:10 pm
Completely
Title: Completely
Rating: PG.
Summary: There is something wrong with Olivia.
Date: 1999 to 2004
AU: Sunny AU
Notes: Olivia is better off in this AU, but some things don't change.
WARNING for depressive thoughts and actions.
There was something wrong with Olivia.
She wasn't sick, at least not that Hugh could tell. She was just... quiet. Withdrawn. Unlike her usual sweet, bubbly, happy self. He'd noticed her turning inwards for quite some time before it became pronounced, but he'd just thought it a reaction to her mother's... attempt at revenge. Now, though, she had started to close herself in her room, and he was sure it was something more serious, but had no proof.
When he caught her crying quietly, muffling the sound of her weeping in her pillow, he had all the proof he needed.
--
Olivia didn't know how long her father had been there; she didn't even notice him until her bed sagged and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped, and sat upright, meeting his concerned gaze with her shocked one.
"Daddy!" She rubbed at her cheeks, trying to hide the tears, but it was far, far too late for that.
"Sunny," he asked, "is something wrong?"
She shook her head, miserably. "I feel bad," she confessed. "All the time. There's no reason for it, I just... I feel bad."
He put his arm around her and drew her close.
--
As Olivia clung to him and the fabric of his shirt grew slowly damper, Hugh thought through all the psychologists of his acquaintence.
He should have done this a long time ago. Before Olivia began crying into her pillow. He should have done this as soon as Yvonne left, as soon as the divorce went through, as soon as his daughter showed any signs of sorrow.
He should have done something.
"Olivia," he said; she raised her face from his shoulder and stared at him with mute misery. "I want you to talk to a friend of mine. A psychologist."
--
Olivia felt her eyes go wide, and she almost pulled away from her father in her surprise. "Oh, no, Daddy, it's not a big deal, honestly," she said. "It's not too bad. I just... feel unhappy sometimes. I'm a teenager. That's normal, isn't it?"
"I'm a pediatrician," her father said. "It's not normal, love."
She shook her head again. "Don't bother," she said. "I don't want to be any trouble."
Her father went still, then bent and kissed her forehead, holding her very tight against him. "Sunny," he said, his voice rough, "you will never be any trouble to me."
--
"There's something you should know about me," Olivia told her roommate, five years later on her first day of college.
Her new roommate, a lovely blonde girl named Regina, looked up at her. "What, that you're Daddy's little girl?" she asked, but softened the words with a smile.
Olivia laughed. "No. Well, I totally am, but that's not the big thing. I have clinical depression and anxiety, so if I get very sad or very worried, don't stress, just give me some time. I'll be okay."
Regina blinked, then shrugged. "Okay. So it's under control?"
"Completely," Olivia said, and smiled.
Rating: PG.
Summary: There is something wrong with Olivia.
Date: 1999 to 2004
AU: Sunny AU
Notes: Olivia is better off in this AU, but some things don't change.
WARNING for depressive thoughts and actions.
There was something wrong with Olivia.
She wasn't sick, at least not that Hugh could tell. She was just... quiet. Withdrawn. Unlike her usual sweet, bubbly, happy self. He'd noticed her turning inwards for quite some time before it became pronounced, but he'd just thought it a reaction to her mother's... attempt at revenge. Now, though, she had started to close herself in her room, and he was sure it was something more serious, but had no proof.
When he caught her crying quietly, muffling the sound of her weeping in her pillow, he had all the proof he needed.
--
Olivia didn't know how long her father had been there; she didn't even notice him until her bed sagged and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped, and sat upright, meeting his concerned gaze with her shocked one.
"Daddy!" She rubbed at her cheeks, trying to hide the tears, but it was far, far too late for that.
"Sunny," he asked, "is something wrong?"
She shook her head, miserably. "I feel bad," she confessed. "All the time. There's no reason for it, I just... I feel bad."
He put his arm around her and drew her close.
--
As Olivia clung to him and the fabric of his shirt grew slowly damper, Hugh thought through all the psychologists of his acquaintence.
He should have done this a long time ago. Before Olivia began crying into her pillow. He should have done this as soon as Yvonne left, as soon as the divorce went through, as soon as his daughter showed any signs of sorrow.
He should have done something.
"Olivia," he said; she raised her face from his shoulder and stared at him with mute misery. "I want you to talk to a friend of mine. A psychologist."
--
Olivia felt her eyes go wide, and she almost pulled away from her father in her surprise. "Oh, no, Daddy, it's not a big deal, honestly," she said. "It's not too bad. I just... feel unhappy sometimes. I'm a teenager. That's normal, isn't it?"
"I'm a pediatrician," her father said. "It's not normal, love."
She shook her head again. "Don't bother," she said. "I don't want to be any trouble."
Her father went still, then bent and kissed her forehead, holding her very tight against him. "Sunny," he said, his voice rough, "you will never be any trouble to me."
--
"There's something you should know about me," Olivia told her roommate, five years later on her first day of college.
Her new roommate, a lovely blonde girl named Regina, looked up at her. "What, that you're Daddy's little girl?" she asked, but softened the words with a smile.
Olivia laughed. "No. Well, I totally am, but that's not the big thing. I have clinical depression and anxiety, so if I get very sad or very worried, don't stress, just give me some time. I'll be okay."
Regina blinked, then shrugged. "Okay. So it's under control?"
"Completely," Olivia said, and smiled.