recluse //fillie

as dreadful as moving

Millie's POV

nothing feels more dreadful as to moving.
sure, packing and stuff were absolute shit, but there's more than that.

it's the memories.
and the people we made them with.

good or bad, they still were a part of our lives and it's sad that we can move on from those ever so easily.

it hurts that all the things that had happened could easily be replaced just because my mum had found a better job.

at first, i was dumbfounded.
i couldn't believe her.

for 16 years. 16 years of my life, i have enjoyed the comfort of the UK.

she doesn't expect me to let things go that easily, does she?

people weren't that bad here.

it hurt a lot.
to leave Molly Brown Middle School.
to leave Patricia, Vaugne, Kiona. Alyda, Aurea, Eldan, and most especially, Yara.
those seven people were a huge part of my life.
although we did promise to keep in touch, i doubt it.
they'll probably find new friends the second i was out of the border.

i will miss the comfort of my bedroom.
the lampshade that has a yellow light.
the way the crickets would sound at 1 am in the morning.
the way i would constantly sneak outside and ride my bike around the neighborhood.

i just miss my old life.

i couldn't do anything anymore.
tomorrow, we're moving to Hawkins, Indiana and there's no turning back.

i wonder how it is there...
are the people kind?
are the people stuck-up?
will it parallel to my old home?
would it be able to be considered as a new start so we can finally let go of the last and move on?

cause God, i just want this misery to end.

here's a fillie story.
don't know how this will work out or if i will give up on this but I don't want to really.
more shit happens at the next chapters I swear.
for now, here's a very ugly prologue.

-s