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Where it all began...


Millie's POV

I remember the day vaguely, the day that changed my life forever. Did it change for the better? Honestly I don't know. But when I sit here a year later and look back at everything, I don't regret anything. I met my friends that I will have for life, I was able to trust, I fell in love. Sure, I'd change things but overall I wouldn't want to forget it.

But would I imagine my life to be like this a year ago, hell no!

It all started on September 15, 2017 a Friday night. Chloe, my best friend and I were getting ready for a party because you know, it was a Friday. We were standing in my bathroom staring at our reflections through my vanity mirror. I was applying a thick coat of eyeliner and Chloe was stroking her cheek bones with blush.

I paused looking over at my friend with the usual goofy smile plastered to my face. "Hey Chloe, is that a hickey on your neck?" I asked casually. She dropped her brush dramatically and screamed,

"What, where? My parents will kill me if they see it!" She was darting her eyes around her neck through the mirror and I busted out laughing. Chloe's parents were religious freaks and if they saw a hickey on her neck they might just disown her. "What the hell, Millie? That was not funny!" She exclaimed hitting my shoulder, I continued to laugh.

"That was hilarious!" I barely managed to squeak as I gasped for air. I could see her glaring at me through my teary eyes. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"You're a bitch!" she told me annoyance obvious in her voice. I took a few deep breaths and gathered my senses.

"I'm just telling you for future reference." I paused looking at her confused glance. "I'm pretty sure Jaeden will be there." I continued with a smirk.

She gasped and unlocked her arms leaving them dangling at her sides. "I hate you!" she said with a pout.

"Oh you know you love me!" I walked out of the bathroom to go find heels for my outfit. I wore a tight red crop top with a leather jacket and black jeans. I dug through my closet finally finding knee high black boots. I sat down on my yellow bed and slipped them on. My phone started to play the "uplift" ringtone signaling someone was calling me. I slide my thumb against the screen and held the phone between my shoulder and cheek. "Hello?"

"Hello is this Millie Brown? I am calling from the Wilson Hospital." A voice said through the speaker. Why would the hospital be calling me? I readjusted the phone by holding it up to my ear.

"Yes this is Millie." I answered.

"Hi I am Cara, the receptionist at the hospital. I have called to inform you that your mother has been in a car crash-" My heart stopped. I didn't hear the rest of the sentence or anything else except the pounding of my brain trying to process what I heard. My mom was in a car crash?

"I-is she ok?" I managed to stutter. I heard Cara sigh. Oh no!

"Um, she is not dead." She informed me. That wasn't very relieving.

"Ok, but like... what is wrong with her?" I questioned frantically.

"I can't tell you that over the phone, Miss. Just please come to the hospital, ER." She told me. I nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"Ok, I'll be right over!" I hung up the phone and stumbled to Chloe. She was applying mascara to her left eye. She looked at me realizing I was panicked.

"What's the matter?" She asked worriedly.

"U-um my m-mom has been in a w-wreck." I weakly stated. Her jaw dropped and she screwed the lid on the mascara bottle.

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