Rain's POV

Oli had called me yesterday to tell me the news. He also said that SJ would need to stay in hospital for a few days in order to have the twin removed, and so she could recover from the operation and the trauma. Oli also said that he was going to stay with her, as it was for the best.

So in the depth of my loneliness, I stood in the dark hallway of his house, listening to the wind whistle through the bedroom window and feeling the sharp cold pains in my feet as I stood completely motionless in the place.

The alone time made me start to realize that I had a past which seemed to just slip away. I hadn't thought about it before, but it seemed odd to me. An awful past which I almost killed myself over, I had just managed to forget about it in the night that Oli had taken me away from everyone. I had been so cooped up and in-love, i forget about everything. And in the mist of this moment, I realized that my problems were still there, but they were just veiled by the crazy fantasy that Oliver had taken me to.

I was an alcoholic. I would drink everything in my families liquor cabinet in one night if i needed to. It was an independent thing, I would only do it when I needed to. But sometimes the alcohol doesn't get rid of your problems, and sometimes the problems you have are so overwhelming that you can't drown them in alcohol, for somehow they manage to float above that in your mind.

As well as the alcohol, I had struggled with drugs for a long time. I never used to think of it as a 'struggle', but as something I chose to do with my friends for a good time. It was something I looked at from a single perspective and never from anyone else's. I felt guilty after doing them, and they would certainly fuck with my head. But i couldn't help it, could I? I didn't want my friends to think less of me.

I was diagnosed with Bipolar disease when i was just ten years old. It's been a struggle throughout my life. I have learnt to control it over the years, but sometimes it slowly leaks through the cracks in my personality. Ever since i was diagnosed, I started gaining friends and then loosing them again. Everyone would come and go, loving one side of me and hating the other, but nobody would ever stay by my side. However, there was one person. My brother. The one I had left behind in the blink of an eye.

A loud noise from behind me startled me out of my thoughts. The phone was ringing.

I lifted the receiver and spoke. "Hello?" I asked gently.

"Hey, Oli, Listen. I feel real bad about the other day. It was totally my fault. Can I come see you soon?"

I paused. "Sorry... This is Oli's girlfriend. Do you want me to tell him you called? He's out at the moment. What's your name?" I sighed, and looked out the window, clasping the phone to my cheek.

The call went silent. "Oh." He said before taking a deep breath. "It's Danny. Do you think I could come by, he left some of his shit at my place." He grumbled, sounded displeased to hear my voice.

"Oh. Sure." I said, more displeased by his voice. He was the one Oli abandoned me for. Maybe it was worth meeting this guy.

I said my goodbyes, and patiently waited for him to come by, watching TV and pouring out some shandy for the two of us. I felt like I had waited an eternity for him to arrive. I changed out of my casual clothes and put on a smart dress and some patterned tights. I spent the remaining time doing my hair and makeup pointlessly.

He knocked firmly.

I shot up from the bedroom floor and excitedly ran down the stairs. It was the first time anyone had come by this place in days now. Placing my hand on the door, I clicked the latch and swung it open.

"Ah you must be Rain then." He shrugged, walking straight past me rudely and slamming Oli's coat and his phone onto the table beside the door. "I'll be going now." He said turning his back to me. I saw a tattoo on his shoulder that reminded me of Oli.

"Wait." I said desperately. "Please stay, I'm so lonely." The words that came out made me sound like a child. But I seemed to catch his attention.

"Lonely, eh? I guess it won't do no harm." He said, turning to face me. His smile was youthful and charming. He closed the door after me and started to take off his shoes. "I guess I'll need to get to know you good, make sure your right for the bastard." He teased.

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