Fuck me for making this chapter sorry

Millie's pov

I wake up earlier, wanting to get to school early. I put on some leggings and a pink sweatshirt, with converse.

I get to school and only a few people were there. I walk up to the bulletin board that's up there, and look at all of the papers.

My handwriting.

I sigh, and look over to the office.

It's that easy, just go talk to someone Millie.

I need someone to talk to.

Finns pov

I got a text from Millie she was already at school, so I just drove by myself.

She's acting weird, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because everyone knows about our relationship, and she's not used to it. I don't really know.

I walk to language, and see that she is in there, looking blankly at the desk in front of her, her hands are folded in front of her on the desk.

I sit down across from her, and set my bag down. She didn't look up, I don't think she realized I was there.

"Millie," I said, trying to get her attention.

"Mills." I said, and tapped her foot with mine. She shook out of her gaze and looked up at me, with a smile.

A forced one.

"Hey-what's up? You okay?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." She said, and I nodded, knowing she's lying to me.

-

We were in Spanish, and she was still acting weird, and I had to try and get her attention multiple times. Like she's in a different world.

The bell rang, and she got up and left, but before she got stuck in the crowd, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into another hallway, an empty one.

"Millie, are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said.

"Are you sure?" I asked her, and she didn't respond. I looked to my right and saw a door leading to a closet, so I opened it and pulled her in there, turning on the light.

"Millie, it looks like you've been in a whole different world this whole day." I said, and she met her eyes with mine.

"I've been thinking." She said.

"Of what?" I asked her, holding her hands.

"Things." She said, looking down.

"Is something bothering you?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"Those papers on the bulletin board are reminding me of Jacob. And I can't stop thinking about it." She said, looking down.

"Millie, I'm here for you. If you need to talk or rant or do anything, I'm here. Know that." I said, and she looked at me, and smiled. She hugged me, and I hugged back. I love her hugs. She's so warm and little, I can wrap her around me, and protect her.

"Thank you." She said, backing out of the hug.

"Any time. We should probably get to lunch." I said, and she smiled and nodded.

I opened the door and we walked to lunch, and talked to everyone, the usual.

-

I get out of detention, and think about Millie.

I had a detention for talking in class, the usual.

Are those papers up on the bulletin boards really bothering her about her and Jacob?

Maybe I should read them, to understand what Millie is going through, even though they aren't hers.

I ask to go to my locker and walk up to the bulletin board, and find one of them.

It's me, again. It's day 342, and it was pretty bad today.

I've already lost my innocence, so I can't say that happened today, but it happened again.

What happened before.

I just want to end it all. I don't want to be here anymore.

I hate him. I hate him. I feel like I'm never going to be happy again. And every day it just gets worse and worse, I can't miss the old him anymore.

I can't. He's changed for good, and there's nothing to love. Nothing to love about him, and nothing to love about myself.

I want to do it.

Maybe one day, it will all come to me.

Did Millie feel this way?? I don't want to confront her like that, so I don't really know. I read one more.

It's day 315. I had a good day today, mostly. I guess I just wish I had someone to talk to. I wish someone was here for me. Jacob and I went to the movies, but he just wanted to make out the whole time, which I wasn't up for.

I'm moving to America soon. I can't wait. I'm going to break up with him when I leave.

England sucks. Everyone is gonna make fun of my accent, but it's better than being in England with Jacob.

Hopefully I'll get better.

-M.

Wait.

M. Jacob. England. Accent. F.

Millie.

Jacob.

She's from England.

She has an accent.

Finn. Me.

Those are Millie's papers. It's her journal.

I sprint out of the school and get in my car, speeding to Millie's house.

She was really out of it today.

Was she thinking of what I think that she's thinking of?

I got to her house after what it seemed like hours, and ran up to her door.

I knocked, and nobody answered.

After a couple minutes, nobody answering, I look around. Her car is here.

I went to the back door, and it was open.

I ran upstairs, yelling her name.

"Millie!!" I yelled, looking in her room. It's open, her phone is in it. I run into the hallway, and I see that her bathroom is locked.

"MILLIE!!" I screamed, and there was no response. I banged my shoulder against the door, and finally hit it hard enough for the door to open.

And that's when I saw her.

She was in her clothes from today, but put on a short sleeve. Her hair was down, soaking wet in the bath. Her arms had been sliced all the way up to her elbow, and she was bleeding out in the bathtub. There were pills on the counter, I didn't know what kind though.

Millie was dead.

Read the next chapter when it's uploaded. Sorry if I went too far.