Millie - in loving memory Maddy Jane Nicol

till death do us part.

This story is off a dream I had, but reminds me of a little girl who also died of cancer on her birthday. If you want more info on that, it's in the description.

"I'm sorry Millie! I guess today was time for you. Just know that you were wanted down here. But I don't blame you for wanting to go." I sat outside of the small home that belongs to what you call a fake friend. Her name was Bree. She kicked me out because I couldn't par her rent. I am unemployed, and was counting on Bree to let me stay until I found a job and stay there free of rent. I graduated Highschool a year ago, and I'm now 19 years old. Millie was going to turn 19 today! I had everything planned for her. But now I sat alone in the old alleyway that lay beside Bree's one storied-home.

My eyes were usually, a mysterious mix of blue and hazel, but today, they had turned into a smoky shade of grey, and the rest of my eye was a deep red. I looked up to the sky, knowing Millie would see me from there. We planned to grow old together, just like if we were sisters. As I kept looking, I started to scream. "WHY GOD! OF ALL PEOPLE WITH CANCER YOU HAD TO TAKE THE ONE I LOVE THE MOST?! MILLIE WAS GOING TO HEAL. AND THRIVE AND LIVE LIFE UP TO HER OWN EXPECTATIONS." I crumbled down on my knees again, unable to think. I lay there on the crumbled dirty concrete of the alleyway for hours. It wasn't until it was pitch black, that I decided to get my belongings from my old room in Bree's house.

After I brushed out the dirt in my party dress, I knocked on the door, awaiting its opening. Bree opened it silently, and realized it was me. She hurried to shut the door, but I held it open stubbornly. "I'm only here to get my things, you selfish bitch. My best friend died today, and I want all my memories I have of her. Regardless of whether I become homeless or not, those are mine. Now let me in." I had the warmth of her house for a few solid minutes. She handed me a few boxes, not even daring to look at me in the eye. I carefully folded my clothes into one of the larger boxes, but kept a jacket out for tonight's use. I had no where to go. I would just walk the streets until I found shelter.

Then my eyes fell upon my favorite memory of her. Her sweet 16th birthday party. Exactly three years ago, in the hospital, while she was going through chemotherapy. I was in a little pink party dress, which went perfectly with my dark coffee-toned hair. She had only invited me and her mother for her special day, and most of the nurses stood around her bed celebrating with a massive chocolate cake. She had just opened my present to her, and loved it so. It was a large stuffed Koala, and its synthetic fur was the softest of all stuffies. She loved Koalas. Her room was infested with them. I started to sob silently, and then I remembered her mother, and how she must be feeling. I abandoned my things to call her. As I dialed their home number, Millie's mother answered the phone, and she was barely able to say her name as she picked it up. "Hello Casandra. This is Anna, I'm calling to see how you are doing. I've barely been able to leave the floor of the alleyway." "Oh Hi Anna" she sobbed. "I'm not doing so good. Honestly, I'm devastated. Millie was my reason to get up in the morning you know? Like my reason for living. After her father left, it was just me and her, and now it's just m-me." "I know Casandra. It feels like there's a hole in my heart. I'd hate to burden you with this, but I just got kicked out of my apartment. Is there any way y-" "I'm sorry Anna, but if you are asking to live in my house, I'm going to decline your request. I can't even stand up straight without crumbling on my knees again. I don't need anybody to watch that." "No, no Casandra, I wasn't asking that big of you. I was asking if you would contact my parents, and ask them if they have a room available for me. And if I could possibly see her room one last time?" "Oh ok. Yes that's fine. I will call them up in a moment. Anything else?" "No that will be fine. I just realised that I have no way of contacting you otherwise. Please. Once I'm at my parent's place, will you call me up? So I can attend her funeral and say goodbye. She deserves that at the very least." "Of course. Goodbye Anna." "Bye Casandra."

I hung the phone back on it's receiver, and stumbled back to my boxes. As I carefully placed the photo frame inside the box. My eyes fell upon my photo wall. As I began to take them down one by one, I pulled the last away from the patterned wallpaper. A photo of Millie and I, when we were just three years old. Jumping over the beachy waves in direct sunlight. we looked so happy, smiling at the camera. If she could just see me now. How broken we all are without her presence. I forced myself to think about packing up as fast as possible. I stacked the photos neatly inside next to the photo frame, and as I was seeping through the back of my built in wardrobe for anything else, I found a toy I had been given by her several years ago. A small Ariel doll. Her arm was missing, And we had destroyed most of her hair, but to me, it was far too sentimental to throw away. I dumped it in the box with the rest of it's contents. I shoved my comforter into the top half of the box, leaving everything else behind. I would leave Wisconsin lane shortly, for the last time. I went to the cupboard and took all the food I could balance on top of the boxes. My jacket was already on, so I shoved everything in its pockets. As I made my departure, I looked back at the house feeling so much regret. This was my life now. Lonely, and cold.

I walked several blocks until my feet gave out. I pulled out my comforter and lay there on the streets, crying my eyes out. I had little cash, but that was needed for bus trips to my parent's place. I shivered, before a young boy came up to me, who was being followed by his dad. His boy stopped at my feet and crouched down. "Hello, I'm Clyde. You look like you want help." his dad came up and joined him crouching on the ground. "Hi, Miss. can we do anything to help you this evening?" "Actual-ly, would it be any trouble to drop me off at this address? My parents live there and I haven't enough cash to bus." "Of course we can do that for you. Clyde, bud go hop in the jeep. I'll come and strap you in soon. Miss, will you allow me to put your belongings in the boot?" "Thank you, Mr?" "Walker. But you can call me Rhett if you wish. " Come on, you must be freezing out here. fold up your comforter and hop in the front seat." "Thank you, Rhett." I hopped in the front side passenger seat as I was asked, and soon Rhett came back into view. He opened Clyde's car door, and did up his safety buckle and made sure his car seat was secure. He hopped in the drivers side and began driving. The seats were heated, which warmed me immediately. "May I ask your name Miss?" "I'm Anna. Anna Reynolds." "Beautiful name that is, Anna. The trip should be just about another half hour Anna." We rode the rest of the way in silence, but with the occasional "Daddy, I'm thirsty." Each time his son needed something, he passed it back to him instantly. Soon we arrived in the driveway, He pulled up quietly. "Here Anna, you greet your parents, I'll get your things." "Thank you Rhett." I proceeded to ring the doorbell, which was answered by my Mum. "Hi Mum. I hope you don't mind, just with Millie's death and being kicked out, I really need this from you." "Baby, you know you are welcome anytime." "Yes I do. Uhm Mum, this is Rhett, he gave me a lift here." I introduced him as he came up the path. He has a young son, named Clyde. "Nice to meet you. I'll give you two a minute and then you will come inside." as she left, he handed me his boxes. He slipped a small note into my jean pocket. "My number, in case you need anything else. Have a good one Anna Reynolds." he smiled and turned to walk back up the path. "Thank you for this!" I yelled up the path, and smiled as I turned inside the house for a late night. But my thoughts about Millie kept me awake. Yesterday, I had been happy, and I still had Millie. Today I was trying to sleep inside my parents house, because I was otherwise homeless, and I had lost my favourite person to cancer. I had never felt so alone. Or so lost.