millie's pov
who is that
i thought i was the only person who comes out this far into the woods
the cries come to a halt and so do my footsteps; afraid that i startled the host of the screaming cries. the woods fall completely silent, as if my presence disturbed the wild bugs and animals. down a small slope and over a rotting tree log, i see a boy. a boy with seemingly very dark curly hair. his hair moves frequently; shaking with each turn of the boys head.
wait- oh shit- that is FINN WOLFHARD
no no no this cannot be happening
i can't just leave him here, he'll just keep being scared that there is an attacker
crap crap what do i do? i can't just help him. he has bullied me for so long, it would be wrong to help him.
once he thinks no one is near him, his cries continue. he pleads about what sounds like to be his mother. what happened to his mother?
his cries almost comfort me; and i feel sick to my stomach. it's just that now he can finally realise how much pain i went through because of him.
i gently sit on a nearby rock, trying with all the power in my body to not make a single sound in this peaceful forest. it is not completely peaceful, for finn is still crying, pleading for help.
ok millie, think. you have hated this guy for what, like forever? the point is, he needs help, no matter how much i don't want to help him. oh wait! i should just get one of finns friends to come here! wait- no. bad idea. his friends make fun of me too.
oh screw it
i hop off the rock and slowly walk towards the boy i hate. over the slope and over the log i go and i feel nervous throughout. what is his response to me going to be?
come on millie, it is not that big of a deal. just go and slap him in the face and tell him he deserves the pain and sadness.; i imagine a small devil-millie on my left shoulder saying. i stop walking before he notices me and tiptoe behind a large maple tree.
no! millie, do not listen to what that bitch over on your left shoulder is saying! you need to help the man! he may not be accepting of your embrace at first, but if he really is sad, then he will suffice to it. now get your ass over to that boy millie!; an imaginary angel-millie says on my right shoulder. maybe she is correct.
what am i even doing right now? i'm listening to imaginary people telling me what to do! ugh just go help finn!
and so i do. my feet lead me out from behind the oversized tree and towards finn.
finns pov; starting at the same time as millie's part started;
the footsteps continue, gradually getting louder. i stop my crying, because you can never let anyone know that you are in pain, even if it is just a deer seeing you cry.
i frantically look around, searching for a potential attacker coming to kill me. honestly, i wouldn't have a problem with that. i am completely awful to millie, my mom is dead, and i'm all alone. i just want to be rid of this world.
the crunching leaves stop, then start again just seconds later.
okay it is probably just an invisible animal, finn. you can cry. show your pain.
my weeps and tears start again, even louder than at first. for a second, i believe that it could be possible that i am just crying for another reason than my mother, such as millie. oh millie; i hate her but i like her at the same time.
she has always been the girl i think about most, and i can never get her out if my mind. it's as if she walked into my brain, built a house, and is now a permanent resident in my head.
