Mischief Managed (A StarKid Story)
Hello! So Marti (JoeyRichterIsTotallySexy) had this fantastic idea for a story and asked me if I wanted to write it with her. I love the idea and cannot wait to see how it unfolds. Sit back, read and enjoy as Olivia and Mina take you on a nice little adventure to find themselves. :)
It's Now or Never
Am I afraid that it will come back? Of course I am, but I have my little reminder. As a reward for making it through the program, they gave me a small silver bracelet. It wasnâ€™t anything fancy, but it serves its purpose. Engraved on the small strip of flat metal is a saying, of my choice, that I need to think of whenever I try to talk myself out of eating. Over the years Iâ€™ve been here, my only form of escape was through reading, more specifically, through the Harry Potter series. So naturally, the quote I chose to use was â€œMischief Managedâ€. I think itâ€™s pretty fitting, since supposedly Iâ€™ve beaten my problem. Thatâ€™s the thing though, Iâ€™m not sure if I can stay healthy on my own.
I sat up on my bed so fast, that I made myself slightly dizzy. Oh god, what am I supposed to do. I have nowhere to go; I havenâ€™t talked to anybody in almost three years, except my parents. Let me tell you I am not, repeat not, going back to that small town in Pennsylvania. I made it out of there and I will not go back, but where am I supposed to go? I need my phone; I need to make a call. So I almost ran to the front desk to ask if I can use my cell phone, which I had to give to them when I checked in.
â€œExcuse me?â€ I asked in hopes that Shelley would be nice enough to let me use it.
â€œHello dear, what can I help you with? Excited for tomorrow?â€
â€œYes I am, but I was wondering if I could use my cell phone to make a quick call.â€
â€œYou know perfect well that I canno-â€œ
â€œI know itâ€™s against the policy, but I need to be able to have somewhere to go when I leave tomorrow, right?â€ I looked her with what I thought was a pleading expression, and judging by the look on her face, I must have really looked pathetic.
â€œOh all right, you have ten minutes. Donâ€™t let anyone know that Iâ€™m allowing this.â€ I smiled at her as sweetly as I could manage as she went to retrieve my phone from the back. It only took her a few minutes to get it for me and once she handed it over, I smiled once again before almost sprinting back to my room.
Losing the door behind me, I let out a long sigh. I really hoped sheâ€™s still in town, or at least somewhere where she can come back quickly. I looked through my contacts until I came across her name, a name that I had not called in who knows how long. We used to be best friends; we probably still would be if it werenâ€™t for this place. I tried staying in contact with her when I was first placed here, but eventually it pained me to hear about the outside world. So I stopped calling her, blocking her out as I had the rest of my world. I wonder what ever happened to her.
Finally mustering up the courage, I took in a deep breathe, running my hand through my hair, as I pressed call. It rang three times before someone picked up and spoke. It was a voice that I never thought Iâ€™d be able to hear again.
â€œItâ€™s Mina, Mina Taylor. Listen, I know I havenâ€™t talked to you in almost three years, but I could use your help.â€
â€œUh, okay then. What do you need help with?â€
â€œWell Iâ€™m being released from rehab tomorrow-â€œ
â€œThanks, but I just realized that I donâ€™t have anywhere to stay. Are you still in Chicago?â€
â€œNoâ€ Of course she isnâ€™t. â€œ, but if you really need me, I can make some arrangements.â€ Really? She would do that for me?
â€œGreat, so Iâ€™ll call you when Iâ€™m out of here tomorrow?â€
â€œThank you so much, I appreciate it.â€
â€œNo problem. Look it was nice hearing from you. We have a lot to catch up on okay?â€ Iâ€™m not sure why but that made me break out into a smile. She was willing to help me after I blatantly ignored her for three years.
â€œOf course, see you soon.â€
â€œBye Olivia.â€ With that I sat down on the edge of my bed, throwing my phone onto one of the pillows, and held my head in my hands, elbows resting on my knees. I chuckled to myself; I might actually be able to do this. Iâ€™ll have someone who already knows about my previous problems and she might help me. Maybe I can actually beat this thing. My former best friend is going to help me out on a dayâ€™s notice; maybe the world isnâ€™t so bad.
I sat there for another minute before I remembered that I had to bring my phone back to the front desk so I wouldnâ€™t get Shelley in trouble. Sheâ€™s always been so helpful to me; the last thing I wanted to do was cause trouble for her. I walked quietly down the hall to her desk, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible. Once I got to her desk I silently made eye contact with her and left the phone on her desk. Smiling at her briefly, I walked away before remembering that dinner was going to be served soon.
I know I should go, but really I donâ€™t need the food, it would just be a waste. I would have skipped dinner too, if I hadnâ€™t reached for the handle to my door with my left hand. The way the light hit the silver on my wrist, let the words shine nice and clear: â€œMischief Managed.â€ Well I guess one more meal wouldnâ€™t hurt anyone. With that I walked to the dining area, humming an unfamiliar song to myself, thinking about tomorrow and how much this could change my life.