"Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart, and that damn stupid."
Billy Hargrove was a gift from your universe. The universe giving you a sense of relief in your life as if he were the key into finding true happiness after all the universe has put...
*Disassociation, Talks about Depression, Suicide, Self Harm*
Wednesday, October 27th, 1985 Hawkin's High Cafeteria 11:25 AM
Mickayla's POV:
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The shock of what had just happened flows through my viens, the feeling of numbness taking over. Feeling empty with what I had just done in front of everyone. I feel my body restrained, unable to move any part of it, quickly being held didn't make it any better. I felt my body being carried to god knows where. I realized who's carrying me, but the feeling of emptiness took over me, detached from my own soul.
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Billy's POV:
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Carrying Sierra towards the exit of the school doors before she got in trouble wasn't the smartest idea, I decided to do, shit not even being there for Tina is going to be a shit show I know it, but Mickayla had the anger, the anger know one can understand unless you experience the trauma and constant abuse. Something told me to save her and that's what I did.
I carried Mickayla as quickly as I could to my car, before any type of school employee can reach her. I placed her on the trunk of my Blue Camaro as I unlocked the car door for her, studying her features and how she had no emotion on her face whatsoever. I pick up Mickayla and quickly place her in the passenger seat, adjusting her to become comfortable where she sits, along with her seatbelt around her body. I slam the passenger door and rush myself to get into the drivers seat to begin driving to my spot where I go to think after the abuse I take. I blast my favorite Metallica album "Kill 'Em All" as I drive to the spot where only I know. I look over to Mickayla who's just staring into the nothingness of the dashboard.
"Sierra." I asked sternly
No answer.
"Mickayla."
No answer
"Come on Sierra, snap out of it." I grip the steering wheel to prevent myself from getting angry that she's not responding to me. I press the pedal of the gas that begins to make the car go faster out of spite.
