"where is the real me?
i'm lost and it kills me inside."
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Millie Moore's life becomes even more complicated and exciting when she attends a school full of supernatural creatures.
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[izombie x legacies]
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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 no one notices your sadness until it turns into anger, and then you're the bad person.
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MILLIE STANDS IN her room, shaking violently. Her hands are at her sides in tight fists, nails digging into her skin and blood dripping on the floor.
Sweat clings to her skin, making clothes stick to her body, and her hair is matted and plastered to her face.
Her blue eyes, normally bright and happy, are now blank and various shades darker, her pupils wide.
Millie was doing the dishes—something that was ordered by her foster parents—but she accidentally dropped a glass cup, and the shards went everywhere.
She ignored the pieces of glass she stepped on, more worried about her foster parents' reaction to her breaking something of theirs.
Unable to clean it up fast enough, she tensed as her father came bounding in, the smell of vodka and cigarettes wafting off him as he glared down at her.
He started hitting her, spewing curse words all the time, and telling her demeaning things.
She shielded her face the best she could from his fists with her forearms, sliding down the wall to the ground as his assault continued.
Millie was only ten at the time; her baby brother was only four. He was crying in the corner, yelling at their foster father to stop, but the old man wouldn't listen.
Seeing her brother's petrified face spurred Millie into standing, her blue eyes snapping up to meet her father's rage-filled ones.
A burst of confidence filled her, and she whipped her hand to grab his wrist tightly, stopping him from hitting her again.
She stood up and looked her foster father straight in the eyes for the first time since he adopted her two years ago. "Don't touch me," she spat at him.
"You little bitch!" He sneered, pulling a knife from the holder on the counter by his hip, waving it threateningly at her. In his eyes, he was the victim, and she was the monster. "You do not tell me what to do!"
He grasped her by the hair, slamming it down onto the kitchen counter hard.
Dazed, Millie fell to the floor and ended up being kicked repeatedly in the stomach with his booted foot. She gasped, blood flying out of her mouth and staining the floor.
"Stop!" Her little brother yelled and threw something at the back of their father's head.
"Little fucker!" The father screamed before shoving the little boy away, who hit his head on a shelf and passed out.
That was the last time she tried to protect herself. But it wasn't the last time someone hurt her.
Millie stumbles, falling to her knees as she gives into her emotions, sobbing loudly.
