Adopted by Markplier

HOW

Millie's POV)
I fluttered them. It didn't bend again. I looked at it shocked.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked "no... You... Actually fixed it."
"I did?!"
"How?"
"I just bent it back."
"Maybe if someone actually tried to bend it back. It would've worked."
"Why didn't no one try?"
"Like I said... No one cared." My wings faded as I looked at the ground.
"Well. I care. If that helped."he said. I yawned as tired took over. We both looked over to the alarm clock.
"Ok Little miss pixie. 12:34 means bed time." I laughed and got under the covers.
"Goodnight Millie." I winced.
"It's Mill."
He looked sad but closed the door.
*dream*
I was in the kitchen. Mark's kitchen. My wings came out again. Someone came in and yelled at me. It was a girl. I looked around and was no longer in Mark's kitchen o was in someone's else's kitchen. I looked into a spoon. I was my five year old self. I looked in the doorway. I reliezed it was my mom. My real one. She was drunk. I yelled something at her. But I couldn't hear it. Then she pushed me. Felt to the stove. It caught fire and in minutes the whole house was in flames. She went to run but a pillar fell on her head. My brother ran in and grabbed me. We ran to the front door. But he threw me out as the door collapsed.
"Off brother. Brother!" I screamed. I looked at my wing. It was bent. It wasn't bent before the fire. It faded as someone came up to me.
"Millie! Please wake up!" Someone shook me awake. I shot up. And started to cry. Mark hugged me and rubbed circles on my back.