"Millie, NO!" She screamed with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Millie please," she begged frantically.
It was too late.
Brown strands of hair dropped to the carpet. Millie stared blankly at the figure of the girl with choppy hair bowing to her knees next to her hair and sobbing quietly. She was unmoved. She looked at her with an indifferent reaction plastered all over her face.
She walked rigidly away, leaving her poor sister whose hair she had just cut with a pair of shears.
;
All the bad memories flowed continuously into her brain, a feeling of regret rushing over her. It wasnt just the hair and shears incident, there were tons more mistakes she had done to Beverly before that she never really thought mattered.
For the past 2 days now, she had been isolating herself in her nipa hut. Finn had always tried to reach out to her but knew that the best way to let Millie heal herself was letting her be. He had brought Millie her meals through the window which Millie only ate from a little. She only went out to take a shower. She hasnt even fished.
She was drowning in depression. It was an ocean that no one seemed to have access to but her; which was cruel because it was hell. Constantly, she would have a backtrack on all the wicked things she had done to her dead sister. But the worst part was she couldnt do anything.
She regretted thinking bad things about her. As a child, she would come up with ways to cause Beverly's misery. It wasnt out of hatred. It was out of envy and longing.
There were times she was confused whether she hated Beverly or she was envious of her. Because honestly, this wrath she was feeling for her sister was unreal. She disdained Beverly.
But Beverly was always the type of person that didnt fight back. She was calm, peaceful and didnt want to cause trouble. Even at her worst times, she had always hesitated to tell her Mom or her Dad because of a traumatic experience.
She stood by the ajar door of Millie's room. Her fingers were clenched tightly on it's edge, her eyes glistening with tears; out of hurt and pity.
Millie had just destroyed Beverly's favorite doll she got from their parents. She cut it's pretty mahogany hair and drew with a marker on it's eyes. She had torn the pretty and lacy dress.
Kelly was carrying Millie, her face pale with anger. She dropped her on the bed hard, causing the little girl to cry in pain.
She took out a belt. "Lie upside down!" she bellowed frantically at her. Millie, crying, obeyed to her mother's orders.
She screamed at each lash of pain that the leather belt caused. The way it was struck in the air and hit her made her nails dig in her palms in pain. Just as she experienced a blow, she felt a part of herself fade.
Beverly was sobbing, her palms covering her mouth to prevent creating a noise.
She ran off.
As much as it hurt Beverly of all Millie's antics, she had always had second thoughts regarding telling her parents about it. She didnt want Millie hurt again, because she knew how it felt. The pain that flashed in Millie's eyes as leather hit her-- it was a thing she hoped to never witness again.
Millie absentmindedly stared at the view of her window which was the farm. Workers were everywhere. She caught Sadie's eye. She was milking a familiar cow. Sadie was staring straight at her, her eyes kind and gentle. Millie looked away quickly.
She was envious of Sadie. She was envious of how she concealed and controlled her emotions so well. How she wished she had that ability.
But her personality was completely transparent. If she felt something, she couldnt help but show it off. It was her strength but at the same her weakness.
;
"How did you know, Uncle Clint?" Finn asked, his voice deep. He was really upset how it affected Millie. He knew how much she was jealous of her sister but it is undeniable that there is a bond of sisterhood.
"Her mother called me," he grunted. "Gastric cancer finally took a toll on her. At least," his eyes met Finn's, "it put a stop to her pain."
"It bothers me, Uncle Clint," Finn started. "Dont get me wrong, i totally believe that Millie has changed.. but im not sure she'll be the same after Beverly's death. She is strong.. but her emotions get unstable easily." He said with his brows furrowed.
"I understand," Clint replied with a nod. "She's hard working, pretty and kind.. but she does get off the hook at times."
Finn stared hazily at Millie's nipa hut. He could barely see Millie through the window, but he could see her brown hair flowing from her back like dark sweet caramel.
He couldnt help but feel bad for pitying Millie. He knew how much Millie hated to be pitied on. That misinterception almost caused them to fade away from each other.
But that was one of the million things racing in Millie's head at the moment. Others' pity.
THIS IS SO CRAPPY. I wrote this while being socially awkward at a fam dinner with peeps i never knew even existed lol tbh ahahahhaa
Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODEH hope you're having a merry christmas. Mwah from milevennials 💗💙
