A Girl Called 'It'

Millie's POV:
The rest of the day was hell, Kylie went home and god knows what she is doing and then Niall decides to go home cause he wasn't feeling well and to top it up Louis won't even talk to me..
I don't know but it's eating me slowly..

I was sprawled out on my bed, tonight I was meeting my step-brother oh the joy..
There was a knock at the door and it slowly opened to reveal dad telling me that he was here
I nodded in response and followed him downstairs and I swear the day got worse..
Liam was standing in front of me and seems to be that he didn't know either
"Umm dad what's he doing here?" I asked dad interrupting his conversation with Tessa
"That's your step-brother, why? Have you met him before?" He asked
"Yeah at school today.. they're new" I said matter 'o' fact
He gave me a weird look and nodded and turned back to Tessa so I walked back upstairs with Liam trailing behind me, as we entered my room he pushed me up against the wall
"Look I'm sorry about lunch but I couldn't help myself, I need you" He said, he sounded so sincere but I couldn't do it..
"Liam I think you should leave" I said not wanting to look him in the eye, he softly let go and walked out without saying a word, I flopped on my bed and fell asleep instantly

*A week later*
I was at mums again and she returned early because she felt I needed to be watched 24/7
mum asked me to go to the shop to pick up her cigarettes but I refused knowing we live in the worst neighbourhood in town..
"YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR ME!" Mum said yelling in my face
"I fake a smile, I hide my problems from you to avoid getting stressed, I cover my scars, I don't talk to you so you don't have to put up with me, and I pretend to be mentally stable." I replied tears welling up in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was pulled into the dark moldy room and locked inside.
I woke up in the morning to find the door unlocked, I searched the hall ways and ran out and walked to school, I'm not the most popular girl. But also far from it, as I opened my locker and letter fell out, curious, I opened it and read it and tears fell down my face as I opened it up.
*Letter*
I SEE YOUR FAKE SMILE.
Because believe me, sweetie, I know that smile. I know what it feels like to reply, "I'm good." when someone asks how you are. But not because you are good, because you're used to saying it, that you don't even think about it anymore. You don't even realize the question that's being asked. Your response is just so rehearsed, that it comes out with no effort. Just like that beautiful smile, sweetie. It breaks your heart to lie to those you love. It's so hard to tell them everything is perfectly fine. But it's even harder to tell them the truth. You don't want to be in such a vulnerable state. You can't handle that kind of pity. But you gotta believe me when I tell you, sweetie, you're not alone. I'm here for you. I understand that reflection you see every night. The one you don't recognize anymore. That same smile you've been wearing for years to fool everyone into thinking you're fine, has finally fooled you. Just for that split second, when you look in the mirror and see that stranger smiling back at you, you believe it. You actually think you just might be happy. But then, your heart starts to hurt, your body starts to ache, your tears start to flood, and all the memories come back. You're not okay. You're not happy. You're dying from the inside out, and nobody even bothers to notice. You feel like you're alone and everyone has given up on you. But you have to believe me, you're not alone sweetie. I'm here. I'm right here holding your hand. I'm rubbing your back as you cry on my shoulder. Even if you can't see me or hear me, I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. Because I know what it feels like to just throw it all away and say "Fuck it." I know what it feels like to think, "I'm not worth it. Nobody cares about me, and everyone leaves. So It's my turn. I'm going to be the one to leave this time, and leave them to hurting and alone." But sweetie, you are so incredibly worth it. Your life matters to me. Even if we've never talked, or if I don't even know you're name. I'm here for you. And I care about you. I don't want you to go anywhere. Maybe I'm your best friend, maybe I'm your mother, maybe I'm your baby sister, or your father who's never home. I care about you, and I don't want you to go anywhere. I know It's tough, but hang in there. Do it for me. Do it for everyone who's ever told you they loved you. I'm so sorry you have to wear that fake smile every day, but stay strong, sweetie. Stay strong and hold on to the mystery of tomorrow.
~Anonymous~
I looked around the hallways knowing it was empty but I had the feeling that someone was here with me..
I put the note in my locker and walked off acting like nothing happened but then I started to worry about Kylie, I haven't seen her or Niall the past week, I mean I understand she's suspended but she can still call but there's Niall, he puts me off for some reason like he knows something I don't..

Notes

Hey sorry for the suuuppppeeerrr shit chapter..
anyways..
love ya :)