Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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A/N: Trigger warning: mentions of rape.

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Dahlia's POV
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"You need to chill, baby." Billie told me for the fiftieth time today as I bent down to scoop up a pile of clothing. I slowly stood back up and placed the clothes on the table in front of me before sending her a look.

"I'm fine. I feel a lot better, Bil, seriously." I muttered before starting to sort through the clothes. I threw the stuff that I knew we wouldn't use into a box beside the table and folded up the stuff that I thought we could use.

I leaned back to peer past the curtain and take a look at the stage. Cadence was screaming at two girls about them fucking their lines up. "Are you two trying to sabotage my fucking play?! You can be replaced you know! Fuck, how hard is it to say one simple sentence?! 'Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!' Say it with fucking feeling!" She screamed.

I leaned forward again, smirking to myself and shaking my head. Billie sighed as she slid on top of the table, and I narrowed my eyes at her because she was taking up a lot of space.

"You do not feel better. What happened happened only two days ago and you're still sore as fuck." She poked one of the bruises on my arm and I hissed, moving away from her. "You should still be at home resting. Why can't you take the week off?"

"Because I took a week off when all that shit with Kai was happening and I took a week off when I got jumped and I've taken all those days in between," I grumbled. "I don't need to be out any more. I need to be here so I can help out with this play and so I can get all my study guides and try not to fail every one of the exams coming up." I rolled my eyes.

And also whenever I'm at home my family is smothering me with sympathy and forcing me to talk to idiotic police officers.

Billie sighed once again as she forced me to put down the shirt I was holding and grabbed my hand. "Dahlia, you can talk to me about it if—"

"No," I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't need to. I know you think I'm just trying to be strong and pretend I'm not hurting or anything like I always do, but seriously, I'm fine. Like, actually. I'm fine."

"I don't believe that for a second." She mumbled.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that." I shrugged.

She scoffed and got up, storming off before I could say anything else. I turned to look at the clothes in front of me again and continued to sort through them.

I don't know what she wants from me. I guess she wants me to cry and be sad about what happened or something, but I'm not. Maybe I'm in shock? I don't know, but I'm not sad and I'm not scared and I honestly just feel normal. And I'm sorry that she thinks I'm just not talking to her about how I'm really feeling, but it's not like I can force myself to feel something that I don't.

I'm just ready to move past the whole thing. I beat his ass and that was that. Now I just want to move on.

She should be happy. I went to the police like she told me to. I'm getting a restraining order and they asked if I wanted to press charges against him for assault and I'm doing that. I don't even want to, I'm just doing it to get her and my family off my back. I don't know what else she wants me to do.