madhouse / fillie

Chapter 11

Disclaimer: this chapter does contain heavy material. although I haven't experienced anything like this myself, I've done a huge amount of research leading up to the writing of this chapter. If you or a loved one has ever had thoughts of harming themselves, please reach out to someone immediately. Remember, reaching out for help isn't a sign of weakness. I love you all and if you ever want to talk, my Instagram is cloudymillie , my dms are always open. Happy Reading (: -Molly

Chapter 11:

Finn's POV

As I laid down on my bed with an ice pack on my face, I felt my phone buzz next to me. I looked over noticing it was Millie, and immediately picked it up. It had been about two hours since I dropped her off, and I hadn't heard anything from her since.

"Hey, Mills."

"Finn, hey," she inhaled a shaky breath, "I didn't think you'd answer."

"Of course I would," I sat up, "is everything okay?"

She stayed silent for a minute, and I heard nothing but her shaky breaths.

"Millie? What's wrong?"

"Um," she sniffled, "remember how I told you that I love lights so much because, um, they brighten up the darkness or whatever?"

"Yeah, I.. I remember."

She paused for a moment, inhaling yet another shaky breath. "It kinda feels like those lights are starting to disappear..." she trailed off.

"Millie, please tell me what's going on," I stood up, my heart racing.

"I'm starting to get used to the feeling of darkness," she said quietly.

"Millie?" I started to go downstairs, grabbing my keys.

"I love you, Finn."

"Millie?" I shouted into the phone as I ran to my car. I waited for a response, soon realizing she had already hung up. I raced to her house, lost in the millions of thoughts going through my head. I soon pulled up to her house, noticing her parents weren't home. I got to the front door, which was already unlocked, and ran upstairs. I swung her door open, papers covering her entire bedroom. I looked in the corner of her room, where she sat with her legs crossed, staring blankly at a bottle of meds. I slowly took a few steps closer, noticing she had a gun resting in her hand. She very slowly stood up and took a few small steps forward, holding the gun tightly at her side. She looked up at me, and suddenly, I felt everything in me freeze. Her right hand was covered in bruises, and her wrists were bloody from scratching at them so much. Her face was pale, and her eyes were dark and puffy, like she had been crying for days. She stared at me, nothing but pain visible in her face.

"The pills still aren't working," she muttered.

"Millie..." I said quietly.

"It's okay, Finn," she smiled faintly, "it is."

"Where did you get that, Millie?" I asked, looking down at the gun.

"I forgot to mention," she looked down, "my dad's a cop. He doesn't realize that I know the password to his safe."

I took a small step closer to her. I knew this wasn't her talking. It wasn't the Millie I first met- it was like someone was talking for her. I looked back over at the bottle of meds, realizing she had already taken some, which was making her very out of it. "Millie, we can fix this, I promise you, we can get through this together," tears started to well up in my eyes, "just please put that down." I reached out my hands, and she immediately pulled her hand away.