It's okay to not be okay - a lego friends Mia x Stephanie fic [Discontineud]

Chapter 7: running

trigger warning:

- mention of blood

- implied abuse

- overly long chapter

Mia's perspective:

Stephanie walks away and I'm left with my thoughts. God, she goes through a lot. I remember all the times I thought I wanted to be like her, did I really want to be like her? Or did I want to be with her? I feel like everything went so quick, or has this been playing long before today? It doesn't matter, life still goes on and when I'm me, it's miserable. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I notice how tired I am, today drained me. I decide to take a quick nap and lay in a comfortable position as I shut off my mind.

When I finally wake up again it's already past 5. "Shit" I murmur. I should've been home about an hour ago, today's the only day my dad goes to work, and he always expects me to cook. I grab my stuff, glance at the hut for a second and start running home.

As soon as I enter the house my dad calls; "Mia? Mia goddammit is that you?" He's sober, I can hear it in his voice. I don't like my dad when he's drunk, but at least he leaves me alone then. When he's sober, he goes to bother me with everything he can think of. "Yes, it's me." He walks into the small corridor and stands in front of me. "And where have you been? You know I want dinner on my workdays! I work hard to keep us healthy, yeah?" I snap, he needs to stop thinking he's superior and blaming me for everything. "You think you work hard now?! You don't do anything besides drink and humiliate me!" I shout. His face slowly shifts from annoyed to angry, he grabs me by my hair and yells; "Don't talk back to me! You listen to me, not the other way around!" I grab a pair of scissors of the cupboard and wave it around without really knowing what I'm doing. I feel my dads' hand loosen and I pull away. When I turn around to run up the stairs I see my dad's cheek bleeding, he doesn't do anything besides staring at me with a look full of hatred. "You're not my daughter anymore" What does he think he can do with this statement? Upset me? "I never wanted to be anyway." I turn around and walk upstairs with the scissors still in my hand.

I lock myself in the bathroom and sit down on the cold floor. I want to cry, but I can't, all I can feel right now is anger. After a while of sitting down I stand up and look at the big mirror, my hair looks like a mess. I kick the cabinets but quickly pull away my foot, I forgot our cabinets are made of some weird kind of stone. God. I hate this life. I hate myself, the way I look, the way I get treated, everything. I take a decision, it's time for a change. I move the scissors up and slowly start cutting my hair.

After half an hour of cutting, fixing small mistakes and styling my hair; I'm left with a short androgynous haircut. My hairline is now on the right side of my head and the longest parts of my hair are dangling towards the left side of my head. I can cover my left eye up if I'd want to. I look in the mirror and let out a soft sight. I like this 'new' me, it fits me.

I walk in my room and grab my phone of the charger; it's been laying there all day, so it's fully charged. I look around my room and start to think; is this really where I want to spend my so called 'glory days'? I don't think so. I unluck my phone and start to search for Stephanie's contact, I find it after a few minutes of looking. I start typing.

[Stephanie]

M: Hi

I wait for a few minutes, but she doesn't reply. I check if she hasn't blocked me, but het contact is open.

[Stephanie]

M: It's me, Mia

M: I'm running away, I can get enough money to make it for a good amount of time