We are twenty eight days out from the release of The Absence of Olivia. Now, I am always excited about a book release, but this book is special. I don't know exactly what it is about this book in particular, but I just feel it in my bones: this is a book I want everyone to read. So, I thought, with that in mind, perhaps I should post the prologue.
This prologue is something I wrote at 3:21 a.m. one morning back in March. I woke up from a dream and had to get out my laptop and furiously type the words before they flitted away into that hazy reality where you can almost
kind of remember your dream from the night before. I was afraid the emotions would leave me, afraid Olivia would get lost in the back of my mind. Ironically enough, Olivia was never absent from me. She yelled at me constantly to write this story. She was louder than any other person in my mind, so I had to listen.
This prologue is unedited, subject to change. Copyright Anie Michaels of AM Books, 2015.
The Absence of Olivia
Anie Michaels
Prologue
It had been
forty-seven minutes since my best friend passed away.
Forty-seven minutes.
And I already had no idea how to live my
life without her.
I was already lost.
I had no idea how to move forward, how to
live, in a world she wasn’t a part of anymore.
She was the biggest part of my world since I
was fourteen years old. She was the first person I made eye contact with on my
first day of eighth grade. My first day at a new school, just having moved to
New Haven the week before. I sat down in the first empty desk I’d come to in my
first period homeroom class, and she’d been sitting in the desk right next to
mine. She turned to me, her long, blonde, sleek ponytail swinging to the side
with her movement, and she smiled.
I couldn’t help but smile back.
Then she spoke and, we didn’t know it then,
but we’d started a lifelong friendship that day.
Well, lifelong for her. Cut drastically
short for me.
Olivia Marie Wright wasn’t the most popular
girl in school, mostly because the most popular girls in school got that way by
kissing boys at the bottom of the hill by the soccer field. She wasn’t the
smartest girl in school, and she wasn’t the prettiest girl in school. But she
was all three – popular, smart, and pretty. And she was the best girl in school. Hardly a person didn’t
like Olivia and those who didn’t like her, only disliked her out of jealousy or
spite, and Olivia was always the nicest to those people.
She sang in the choir, was in the school
plays, participated in student government, and was even on the drill team.
There wasn’t a single thing she wasn’t good at. And I was happy to know the one
thing she particularly excelled at was being someone’s friend.
That very first day she turned her head to
me, smiled, and said, “Hi, I’m Olivia. Are you new?”
I smiled back, albeit, a shy smile, and
said, “Yeah, I moved here last week.”
“Well, I’ll ask Mr. Marshall if I can show
you to all your classes. Usually, they let someone show new students around,
and I’d love to help.”
Thus, a fourteen-year friendship was born. And
today, it died, along with Olivia.
Just yesterday, I sat in her hospital room,
holding her frail, cold hand as she looked at me with eyes missing so much
light and tried to say her goodbye. She was weak, the cancer taking everything
from her right up until the very last moment, so her words were thin and soft;
but she’d said them, so I’d listened.
“Evie,” she whispered, her eyes trying to
remain open, but closing every few seconds, just to flutter open again.
“I’m here, Livy,” I said, scooting forward
on the chair, rubbing her hand with a little more force, but still gently. “I’m
here,” I repeated, not certain what else to say to her, not even sure I had
words to say to my best friend slipping away right before my eyes.
“Evie, you’re my best friend,” she breathed,
“so I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything,” I whispered back.
Her eyes found mine again, and the dullness
of them wasn’t lost on me, the absence of everything bright that had once been
in her eyes was nearly as devastating as the condition of her body. There was
nothing left of any part of her.
“I need you to take care of Devon, Ruby, and
little Jax for me,” she said, her eyes rolling back in her head as her voice
tapered off. Then they fluttered open again, finding me, searching mine. “Promise
me.”
This wasn’t the first time she’d asked me to
take care of her family after she was gone. However, every other time we’d
talked about it, she’d been well enough that it had been something far away, or
just some smoky idea that would disappear when you really tried to grab hold of
it. When she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer two years prior, she’d almost
jokingly, with a smile, asked me to take care of her family if anything should
happen to her. Of course, I agreed. Of course. Then, again, when her health
turned poor and there was that moment when everyone realized that, eventually,
she wouldn’t make it, she’d asked again. And I’d agreed, of course.
But she’d never asked me before while she’d
been lying at death’s door and the request had never seemed so final. To agree
to this would mean I agreed to her dying; it would be to accept that the end
was really here, and Olivia was really leaving. To agree to take care of her
family would be agreeing to give her up, and I wasn’t sure I could do that.
But I looked at my best friend on possibly
the very last day of her life and realized anything I could do to ease her mind
or make her last day easier, I would, of course. So I nodded, tears streaming
down my face, and agreed to care for her family.
“Of course, Livy. I’ll always take care of
them,” I muttered through tears. She smiled, and she looked like she was
drifting away from me, which I’d come to expect since the pain medication they
had her on was strong. However, a few minutes later, when she opened her eyes
again, she looked at me and said the very last words I’d ever hear from her.
“You’re my very best friend, Evie. Promise
me you’ll be happy.”
I nodded, not able to say anything in
response, because I knew there would be no happiness in the absence of Olivia.
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