Other Half •• Fillie

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  A/N:So sorry for not updating yesterday... School is a bitch and currently eighth grade is killing me😭😭😭 so yea...love you guys❤️‼️

  Millie's POV
  "Ok Millie what hurts?" Finn asks me over the phone. I had thought that I'd be ok, but I was totally fucking wrong. As soon as I tried to walk back to my room, everything started to tense up and hurt. I had to crawl all the way back to my room just so I could call Finn.
  "Everything! Finn I can barely move! Just please come get me, and hurry before David wakes up." I say as I sit up against my dresser.
  "Alright I'm on my way just, Just I need to know what hurts. Like what exactly are you feeling."
  "Finn everything hurts! That isn't an exaggeration, everything aches and I can't just Finn please.." I begin to softly cry. Honestly what they did to me is unspeakable, and I'm sure they'll regret it. Maybe not now, but I swear I'll get them back.
  "Ok ok I'm sorry, I'll stop asking questions...but I have one more question."
  "Finn I'm not telling you who did this..it doesn't matter just PLEASE get over here I'm in crucial fucking pain." I saw as I try to sit up more, but my legs and arms are too weak to even lift me up.
  "Ok Millie, just..I'm around the corner so just stay there."
  "I don't think I have a choice, but ok." I say with a little bit of annoyance.
  "I know I know, I'll see you in two minutes." Finn hangs up the phone and I grunt in pain. I knew I had denied Finn's help earlier, but I desperately needed it. I bit down on my tongue, trying my best not to cry out in pain. I don't know how Finn is going to manage to take me while David is probably on the verge of waking up. All I know is that I needed someone to tend to me and fix me, because I was in excruciating pain. I tried to trail my mind off of the subject of pain, but I couldn't quite do it. Every time I tried to think of something else, I thought of my mom or my dad. I thought of the family I didn't have anymore. I thought of Ava's soft laughs and all the times she forced me to play tea party. I thought of all the time Paige wanted to dress me up and go shopping with me. I thought of all the times me and Charlie would sing our favorite cartoon theme songs. I thought of everything that was brutally snatched from me, everything I couldn't get back. I thought of all the memories that I wouldn't dare bring up around anyone. Not because they were sad, because they weren't, but because they held this treasure that was far to special to talk about. All of a sudden I feel a single tear fall on my hands. I look down and notice that my sweatpants are damp from tears, and that I've been crying. I don't hold it back this time, I let it out. I let out all of the bad and horrible thoughts. I let out all of the memories. I can't help it. I can't help but to cry every time someone says family. I can't help but cry when I think of my family. I have nothing, and everyone else has everything. The only thing I have are these bad thoughts telling me to kill myself. The fact that I've listened to those thoughts, but failed, only show me that maybe I'm failing for a reason. Maybe I don't successfully kill myself because there's another way out of this horrible...horrible life. Maybe there's something out there for me...or are those the things I tell myself so I don't collapse from an overdose of pills. More tears start to roll off my face and onto my sweatpants. I don't wipe them off as I'm too much in pain to even move. I throw my head back onto the wall slowly and flutter my eyes shut. I let everything escape from me without any hesitation to stop it. The more I let it all out, the more I zone out from reality. Then the sound around me goes mute, and I'm deep in sleep. Holding my legs and a face of discomfort displayed front and center.
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  The slight rocking motion of whatever I'm in wake me up. My eyes don't open fully, but they open enough for me to notice that I'm in a back seat of a car. The leather interior sticks to my bare arms as I slightly shift. The music almost to loud for the person driving the car to notice that I'm awake. I look over to my right, where I see a curly hair boy driving and lip syncing to the music that is projecting from the speakers.

  Finn..

  My eyes roll back into my head as I try to sit up. The agonizing pain getting triggered and rushing to all parts of my body. I honestly can't believe I'm still in hurt. Obviously something should have healed by now. But I guess that's what I get when I don't get medical attention when I need it. I make a decision to suck in my pain and just go for it. I position my arms on either side of me so they can lift me up easier. I take a deep breath then push up. I let out a loud grunting sound, but I successfully sit up. The sounds I make cause Finn to turn his head back and notice that I'm finally awake.
  "Hey...you're up." He says as he looked looks back at the road adjusts his grip on the steering wheel.
  "What took you so long?"
  "My cousin, Josh, he made me come home and explain to him what happened. Plus something else happened with my parents...I...I don't want to get into it. Just know that I came and I put you in my car and we're almost home. Well to my home." Finn explains as he starts to shake just a little. I can see that I shouldn't bring up the topic again, so I drop it and just ask him a different question.
  "So..was David there?"
  "Oh him, no..there was a now though." Finn reaches over to the seat next to him and reveals that there was indeed a not left my David. I slowly take the note, due to the constant pain that kept creeping up on me. When I open the note, I laugh out loud at the idiotic words jumbled on the paper. He was clearly drunk.