DNA || Fillie

| 7 ~ Should I? |

| 7 |

Trigger warning ⚠️: abuse, underage alcohol, murder, profanity, drug use, suicidal actions

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(Millie's POV)

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I sat there, starting to become impatient. "Do it." I instructed him, waiting for him to stab the sharp object into my rising and falling throat. "Do it!" I yelled again, tears streaming down my face. I knew he wouldn't do it, he's never wanted to hurt me. He's always promised to keep me protected, but now he's threatening me for my death. He just stood there, staring into my eyes. It felt as if he had some sort of power over the drugs and alcohol for a second, when he realized what he was doing to his daughter.

"Do you promise to keep this a secret..?" The difference in his eyes had changed back to the evilness held in them before, when he laughed. I nodded and he slowly retracted the point from my throat. Once it wasn't in front of me, I darted up, touching my throat to see if anything was there. Tears were now coming down my face rapidly and I had no control. My eyes were closed and I sat on the ground, knees bundled up in my arms.

I opened my eyes to wipe the tears off of my reddened face, to see my father gone. I sighed of relief and looked over to the kitchen where my mother was on display. Her body was gone as well. Now that I was alone I let out the biggest scream my lungs held inside, releasing all my sadness, anger, and regret out all at once.

I was numb, the only thing I could feel was the warm tears dripping onto my cheeks. The screams and cries were the only thing I could let out, everything else had to be trapped inside. Or I will get murdered . Sure, he didn't do it before, but I'm not willing to take any chances for the second time.

My chest rose, and fell, over and over again as I let out all of the pain, from everything in the past few years.

"P-please... can this just be a-a dream..." I stuffed my face into my knees. The arriving tear stains on the bluish color was very obvious. Can someone just embrace me with comfort? Tell me that eventually everything will be okay?

Since nobody was around I rocked myself back and forth, "it's g-gonna b-be okay Millie..." my lips quivered and soon enough i felt weak. I felt weak mentally and psychically. I slowly blinked and still let out tears, but a stream wasn't coming out anymore, it was more like a dripping faucet.

I was too tired to even move, the numbness and the weakness made me fall apart. I leaned against the wall fiddling with my fingers unintentionally, as I found a sharp piece of broken glass on the floor. I examined it, and wiped away the remaining tears because it was blurry. I slowly picked up the piece of glass and hovered it above my veiny wrists.

I placed it on a desired destination with no other scars and scraped it against my papery skin. With the thought of my mother and our memories, I sliced deeper, watching the red, thick consistency drip from the line. I let a few more tears fall but with no emotion, just letting them come out. The next line was for my dad. He's not coming back now, its a demon in his body. His soul was basically gone, it was rotted away by being prey to the predators I call alcohol and drugs.

I miss the old times, being able to wake up to him shaking my shoulder lightly, telling me breakfast was ready. For me to get dressed and walk out of my room with a genuine smile on my face, seeing my mum at the dining table putting plates out and serving us. Wow.. I really do miss that...

I miss their welcoming smiles that were filled with joy, they were always so contagious. Damn... even my weakness wouldn't stop me from sobbing about this. The memories haunted me, so I took the piece of glass pushing deep into my wrists as if it was a piece of paper I stabbed a hole through. I gritted my teeth from the stinging, but it felt good inside. It helped.

The blood was pouring out of my wrist as I stared at it, sobbing my heart out.

"Millie?!" I turned to the front door that had just opened, and noticed my curly haired friend, I looked up at him, still sobbing. I was relieved.. "F-f-Finn..." my voice sounded hopeless, and i really was.

He ran over to me and kneeled down, "w-what happened?!" He rested his hand on my shaking shoulder and I just cried, not being able to speak words. "You can talk to me after I get you something to stop the bleeding, hold on." He stood up quickly and ran back outside. I didn't question it because I knew he wasn't going to leave me.

In less than a minute he came back with a rolled up cloth. "Millie I should've gotten here sooner... I-I'm so sorry..." he stuttered and I shook my head. "Don't apologize..." I told him bluntly as I stared at my bloody wrist.

"Here" he sat next to me, "may I?" He gestured towards my wrist and I nodded, and he gently pulled it towards him. His touch was like a feather, gentle and soft. "Tell me if it's too tight okay?" He suggested and I nodded, watching him put the cloth on my arm. He wrapped it and when he was finished he tucked the last piece in to another. "Okay, now please tell me why you were doing that mills..." he rested his hand on mine while I looked him in his chocolate brown eyes.

"I-I-it's complicated." I stuttered and I felt the familiar warmth come back into my eyes. "It's okay, no matter how long you need to explain or how complicated it is, I'll listen the whole time you talk." He sympathetically smiled at me, and i questioned if I should tell him what happened... will my father actually find out?

Hey y'all so here's this, it's actually a lot longer than the other chapters I've posted but- how is this chapter? Idek

-Savannah