the angel; fillie .

the angel.

that night, millie taught me new board games while we watched ghostbusters again. we talked for a little while and then went to bed.

i tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. with everything in me, it was impossible. i headed for millie's room and opened the door slowly,"you awake?"
she answered,"yes, can't sleep."
"neither can i."
"come in, let's talk."
the lights stayed dim but i was now present in millie's bed. i was definitely uncomfortable.
then she asked,"do you know anything about your parents?"
"last i heard, my dad was dead from a drug overdose and my mom gave up two children before me and three children after me. so i'm very glad i was forced out of that family. my mom and dad apparently had three kids together and were in love but didn't care enough to keep us. then right after his death, she hooked up with some other guy and gave her a set of twins and another baby. oh and right, she had a set of twins with my dad so i'm guessing they were the ones before me."
she repositioned herself,"have you ever wondered if you're the twin?"
"i haven't thought of that, but that would be crazy if i had a long lost twin."
"yeah."
we talked for what seemed like forever until our conversation dwindled off into a sleep.

the next morning, i woke up and millie wasn't beside me. i motioned to get up until a note on the dresser caught my eye: don't get up until i come get you. someone's at the door.
— millie

i obeyed her note and stayed put in her bed. i hadn't gotten a good look at her room before so i used my eyes to examine it as i sat quietly. i noticed a picture of a girl with a bald head next to millie. she looked ill and the picture looked verily new, then it hit me. millie lost her best friend about a week ago, maybe it was to cancer.
then i heard footsteps up the stairs and millie appeared through the door, she looked as beautiful as always,"you're awake," she said somewhat surprised.
"who was at the door?" i asked her.
"it was my best friends mom, she was wondering why i didn't come to the funeral. i told her it was too hard for me and i had my hands full; but i never mentioned you, you're the real reason i didn't go. you're a good distraction," then she changed the subject and walked across her bedroom and took the picture i was looking at before off the wall,"this was my best friend, amanda, she died of cancer. i cut all of my hair off for her cause. sadly, her family found out about her illness too late. it was already on track to attack her heart."
i responded,"i was looking at that picture moments before you walked in, i kind of assumed it was your friend."
i was finally beginning to understand millie and why she does some of the things she does. everything i've discovered about her was all for good things, nothing bad has come my way yet. i wanted to believe that she was that perfect angel who crashed down to earth to protect me.