Don't Go

Millie

It's quite funny actually, how I ended up at my sisters house, cooking for a girl, kissing her.The girl who broke my heart in so many ways. The girl who made me attempt suicide, self harm. Go crazy.

It was great, getting with a girl who was about 5 years older than me. I was quite young when we started, like 12 or 13. I met her in a shop, just saw her walking around. I would go back constantly to see her, and well, one day she just wasn't there.

It really upset me, however I saw her again after school. She would stand by a brick wall opposite the exit. I soon started to brush up past her, and one day she took hold of my hand. I told her that she couldn't do that here. So she took me into town and into an alley.

I decided I was a lesbian when I was 11. We were in sex education and it made me change my mind about boys. But I told my friends and they were happy for me. Up until the point in the alley I had never kissed a girl. It was amazing.

She shoved me up against the wall, with her hands on my hips and mine in her hair. Of course I had never done it before, so there were slip ups, but we sorted it. God knows how long we were there for.

We could hear someone coming so stopped and just hugged each other. She smelt like lavender. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. She quickly kissed me one more time and slipped a note into my pocket.

Hi Millie, I'm Ashley. Here's my number .....

We were together for a while. And on her 19th birthday she introduced me to her family. They were so nice, they thought I was 18 and I pulled off a look that persuaded them more.

I had always looked older than myself, so I didn't have to wear too much makeup or high heels or anything.

Ashley wore a long navy dress and we got a picture together which she posted on her Instagram. It was then made my home screen on my phone and sometimes I could just look at it for hours.

Then one day she asked to come to my house and she came over and ripped up all our pictures I had put onto my wall. She stormed out the house and blocked me on all social media sites.

Then I saw her in the street. She grabbed a girl she was with and just kissed her. I couldn't believe it. We were great together! What had I done?

That was the last I saw of her. Self harming then became second nature to me. I even attempted suicide a few times.

Then I saw her again at the pub on Saturday. I was with my 'boyfriend' Joel. I needed help so Sunday morning I called a therapist. I didn't get in though, "the last place was taken 2 minutes ago" they said.

Lily had taken the place. The more troubled sister. Always had been. That was when I came up with a plan.

I followed her to the therapist and sat just opposite the building. Then I saw her walk out. I made note of Ashley's car.

I saw that car at the pub the same day I watched Lily go into the pub a few days later. I stuck a tracker to her car and then I saw her run out. I decided to stick a tracker to my sister's car as well. Which was how I found her at the supermarket.

I drugged her and took her to an abandoned warehouse. I put on her clothes and left her there in the dark. Ashley was still at Lily's.

I opened the trunk of the car and unloaded the food. Chicken dinner?

Ashley was just as beautiful as I remembered. All my memories flashed back through my mind. I wanted to snog her face , and that kind of happened. Twice.

We ate and she went home a few hours later. I went to the warehouse and sat next to Lily. Both of us were silent. Both of us thinking.

Then my world went black.