state of grace | fillie

chapter seven | the falling out.

before your regularly scheduled program, here is my daily hour of rants

 it'd be great if some of these bozos could stop the witch hunt for fillie/fack shippers. the amount of harrassment some authors go through is ridiculous and needs to stop. let people ship whatever they want to ship.

for example, i think jyatt is kind of dumb but i'm not going to go to jyatt books and leave nasty comments. i respect other people's opinions and I also respect all the hard work that jyatt authors put into their books. just be a decent person and stop harassing poor, hardworking authors. tyvm.

 remember to vote and thanks for the support.

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finn laid in his warm, comfy bed and stared up at the white ceiling. his eyes were heavy and he was quite tired, but he didn't want to go to sleep. he wanted to think about stuff, specifically about millie.

she always had to go straight home for some reason. they could only hang out for like five minutes cause she had to get home. he had no idea why she always abandoned him. it worried him. he wondered if there was an important reason behind her constant need to get home.

then he started to think about the funny feeling he got whenever he was around her. it was a mixture of eating too much, facing a phobia, and winning a million dollars. the poor boy was scared that something was seriously wrong with him, possibly a virus or the flu.

of course he didn't know it, but millie was also quite restless. tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep. similer to finn's situation, she was very tired though she simply could not get to sleep. she felt anxious, and kind of scared.

her cold fingers ran along the smooth skin of her forearm, she pressed down a bit and winced when she felt a bruise that had been created around two hours prior. she felt her eyes getting teary and her nose started to twitch. before she knew it, small water droplets were streaming down her face. she sat up and burried her wet face into her hands, she inhaled deeply through her nose and started to scoot out of bed. she often cried at night.

millie hopped to her feet. she carefully and quietly made her way to the bathroom. she closed the door, still not making a sound. the girl knew if she woke her father she would be in hell.

she opened up the drawer and grabbed a pair of small silver scissors. the lighting in the bathroom was very dim, only a small night light was illuminating the dark room. she placed a strand of her already short brown hair between the blades of the scissors, and she began to cut.

small clumps of brunette hair fell into the sink. however, she didn't trim for long. after only five or six snips, she stopped cutting. she grabbed the handles of the scissors and with all her strength, broke the tool into two seperate pieces.

breathing extremely heavily, she placed the broken tool back into the drawer and closed it. she exited the bathroom and quietly made her way back to her small bedroom.

she needed help.

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finn skipped along the side of the road, kicking a small stone every now and again. he wasn't relly going anywhere, it was simply a beautiful day and he wanted to be outside.