Other Half •• Fillie

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Millie's POV
I had no idea why I had answered Mike. I wanted nothing to do with him, yet, I couldn't keep my nosy ass head away from the computer. We talked about random things last night. With each text I felt more and more connected to him. I need to find out who he is, but I can't. I had answered him as soon as I got home yesterday. David was knocked out under the kitchen table, holding a scotch bottle and a pack of camels. I was so relieved when I saw him knocked out. I could sleep in peace, in my uncomfortable bed.
As I walked into school, I threw my head back. I simply did not want to be at this treacherous hell hole called school. It was better then being at home though. No one could hit you with bottles here. No one could scare you so much you just...uh! Fuck my life.
Instead of going to homeroom, I walk to the bathroom. I wasn't in the mood to be there. Even though home room was only fifteen minutes, it was fifteen minutes of my life I didn't want to spend stuck in a classroom. As I enter the bathroom, some people I don't want to see, happen to be in there.
"Well well Well, if it isn't Mrs.Depressed." Natalia says to me as she stops putting on her mascara.
"I didn't say shit to you, don't say shit to me." I say with passion, as I start to walk to the stall.
"Bitch don't catch an attitude."

She didn't want me to put her in check, but I'm Millie Bobby Brown, and I'm gonna do it anyway

"Or what? You're gonna fight me? Because I wouldn't suggest that with that little uh oh surprise in your belly. Who's the dad again? Oh, you don't know? That's some sad shit, Tali." I could see her face turn mad red. A smirk formed on my face, "I suggest you walk the fuck out, or else the baby will be brought into this world, earlier then it's fucking due date. Toodle Lou, bitch." With that, she rushes out the bathroom. Shannon, her friend, trailing behind her. A frown quickly replaces my face. I think back to what I said to Natalia and I do a face palm. I should have just walked out. I had no right to bring up her pregnancy. She could be going through some things. I know that feeling, of going through something and not wanting people to bring it up. Hearing about her parents, I'm pretty sure they didn't take it well. I pull up my hoodie sleeve and look at my tattoo;

Stay humble Millie.

I pull out some concealer from my bag, and start to apply it to my wrist. No one knows I have a tattoo on my wrist, they only know of the one on my thigh. It's an angle, but she's burning in fire. It just means that even pretty people go through hell too, no one knows that though. After covering the tattoo I look at myself in the mirror. I start to take out my three piercings. Then I screamed. For some reason I just screamed. Like all of my pain was escaping me. I Immediately put my hand over my mouth, then just softly cry.

Not at school Millie.

I wipe of my tears, trying my best to make it not obviously that I wasn't just crying. But it still looks like I was balling my eyes out...maybe because I just was. I stare at myself just a little longer, taking in the dreadful things I endure throughout all my life. I need to calm down...I needed someone to talk to, but who.  Mike? I didn't want him to get an idea of who I was, I'd wait till I got home. Instead, I went to the end stall, the one with the sink in it for hand caps. I put my bag on he hook then take out my blanket. It looked like it was one of those days. One of those days where I skipped classes and slept in the bathroom. This bathroom was far away from classes, and you only came here if you wanted to skip. And the rest of the kids who's skipped, just left school, I didn't have time for that. I took of my jacket and laid it across the toilet seat. Then I sat crisscrossed on the toilet, with the toilet seat down. I pulled the covers over me and let my mind drift. I started thinking about my parents, and my uncle, and then I started thinking about Mike. How could I have a connection without someone who I didn't even know. The shits crazy, but Crazy's my middle name, actually it's Bobby, but you know what I'm saying. As my thoughts float around and the day passes, I sleep peacefully the bathroom stall. Letting go of all my problems.