part of me | fillie

vingt-neuf |;| nightmare

*PLS VOTE KTHXBYE

_noahs_pov_

my hands were wrapped tightly around her neck. she was gasping and panting, trying to get any oxygen she could. i knew it was a possibility that i could kill her, but i didn't care. all she ever did was cheat and whore around. millie bobby brown. that name used to sound sweeter than honey, but it's amazing how time can turn something sweet into something bitter.

with my hands still on her throat, i slammed her against the full length mirror that was hanging on the wall. it immediately shattered into many, many pieces. millie saw the opportunity and she took it. she grabbed one of the bits of broken glass and ran it through my stomach. i let go of her neck and screamed in pain. a waterfall of blood was gushing out of me.

but millie didn't stop there. she shoved me really hard. i fell backwards onto her bed. she quicjly hopped ontop of me. i tried to throw her off, but i had no strength left.  she used her thumbs to stab my eyes. "FUCK!" i screamed in pain.

i sat up and looked around my room. beads of sweat were streaming down my face. i was panting like a dog.

"i-it was just a dream..." i whispered to myself. "oh gosh."

i laid back down and tried to go back to sleep. i tossed and turned and tossed and turned. minutes turned into a couple of hours. no matter what i did, i was wide awake. i couldn't get my mind off of that horrendous nightmare. it felt so real. 

eventually, i grabbed my phone off of the small nightstand that was next to my bed. i started dialing the only person i knew would answer. my bestest friend, caleb. 

"ugh, it's three in the morning. what do you want?" caleb scoffed.

"i had a bad dream." i replied.

"go tell your mommy and daddy. don't call me." he said sarcastically. i rolled my eyes.

"no, i mean, this was horrifying. it was like it wasn't a dream... it was more of a vision" i stated. i could hear caleb laugh quietly.

"look man, can we talk about it at school tomorrow" he asked. "no." i responded.

"once you told me that i... that i kind of mistreated millie." i said softly. 

"uh yeah. i remember saying that." he replied.

"maybe you were right." 

and with that, i hung up the phone. it was like there was a war inside my head. one side said "swallow your pride and admit you did some fucked up stuff!" while the other side argued "you treated her like royalty! she was nothing but a slut!" 

maybe our relationship wasn't based off of love. maybe we weren't compatible for eachother. maybe i did mistreat her from time to time. maybe i just wanted her body. maybe her and finn actually love eachother.

the list went on and on. i couldn't escape it. reality was beginning to haunt me.