Other Half •• Fillie

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A/N: Hey hey! So this is my new story to keep you guys alive until the sequel of "Finally Together". Not going to lie, this story is dark. Really dark and I'm so sorry if it makes you guys uncomfortable. But if it does make you uncomfortable, then I'm doing something right. When I write dark stuff like this, I tend to get really into it. Mostly because I can relate to it on a personal level and just, yea you know. But I hope you guys enjoy this story.
Recommendation- it is HIGHLY recommended that you listen to Nitesky by Robot Koch ft. John LaMonica. I listen to it while writing this story and it just felt so right! Enjoy now!
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"The verdict is settled. Jim Hopper now has full custody of his niece; Millie Bobby Brown."

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Millie's POV
It had been five sickening years since my mom gave me up. She and my dad had gotten a divorce when Ava passed away. They would fight and fight and each night, it got worse. One night my dad just decided to walk out the house and never show up ever again. Two months after that, my mom went crazy! She couldn't handle anything anymore, so they took me away from her. I was originally supposed to stay with my brother Charlie or my sister Paige, but both of them are in college. So instead, I got stuck with my disgusting ass alcoholic uncle. I've tried my best to sustain myself, not go crazy like my mom did. I don't have any friends and my life is one big fucking lie! I guess...everyone doesn't get things handed to them. No one understands that. I stare blankly at the ceiling and hot steamy tears start to roll down my my face. I don't even fucking bother to wipe them off. Life..it just seems so meaningless. One minute my family is as happy as can be, the next minute I'm in a dirty apartment that probably doesn't even belong to my uncle. I move my attention to the door. The door knob rattles. My muscles tense up and I start to hold my breath. Living in this neighborhood, you never know what can happen. Last time, someone busted in our apartment saying they left money here when they moved out. Shits crazy man. My muscles are still tense and I'm still holding my breath. Then the door swings open and my uncle busts in. I let out my breath, quickly wipe off my tears and sit up.
  "Here." He throws me a stack of cash, I don't even want to know how or where he got it; "I don't know why you needed it, but I know you needed it. So there you. And get your little ass up and get ready for school." The slamming of the door that followed his words, make me jump. I rub my forehead and start to feel the tears come back. This seems to be my routine every fucking Monday. What's going to change though, nothing. Nothing is going to change because I'm Millie Bobby Brown and I don't give enough shits to actually change things. I slowly rise from my squeaky bed and just sit there.

  Honestly..do I really want to do this shit again.

  The sound of the gun shot outside my apartment makes me realize; it's either this or death. I take a deep breath and let it out:

  Let's just..get this over and done with
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I walk into school and get instant chills. What if I just didn't show up, would I still feel like this? Yep. Nothing is going to change the way I feel. Fuck. My. Utterly. Boring. Ass. Life. I walk down the halls, infested with a bunch of fake ass people talking about their fake ass lives. I roll my eyes at all the conversations I hear. Julie this, Robert that. Like honestly, shut the fuck up! I try not to judge though, I have no right to judge. Instead of going to the main hall, where everyone hangs out at, I go to homeroom. I have no friends to associate with anyway, so it's okay with me. I walk up the stairs and walk down another hallway. Something catches my eye and I stop paying attention to where I go. As I continue to walk, I bump into the one, the only, Finn Wolfhard.

Why!! Like honestly why the hell are you here!

"You again.." He says as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back.
"Yea well I don't want to see you either so." I begin to walk off from the whole situation, he's just...fuck him is all I gotta say.
"You're a bitch, you know that?"
"And you're a dick!"
"Hear we go!"
"You star- you know what, fuck off Finn Wolfhard." I don't have time for his acts. I walk past him, purposely hitting him with my shoulder. Finn is always referred as 'The girl version of this bitch Millie'. It makes me laugh for people to even think we're the same. Everyone is absolutely in love with Finn, which is funny. He's the type of person to not care about anyone, so why do people care about him. He's insanely rude that is unnerving. Maybe it's just my burning passion of hate I have for him, but he's the worst person ever. He is nice to his friends though, I don't really like his friends either. I don't know his story, but it can't possibly be as bad as mine. I mean, he hasn't tried to commit suicide, he hasn't tried to kill his uncle, he hasn't tried a lot of shit. How could he possibly be anywhere near the same as me.