Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

What the fuck did you do? BILLIE'S POV

Okay so I fucked up. I fucked up way more than normal.

I didn't realize this until after I beat the fuck out of Cleo, making her go unconscious. She didn't seem to be breathing anymore by the time the sadness kicked in. I know I have a problem and I've been off of my meds for too long but....I feel fine after I've been on them for awhile...and my mind tricks me. This is all my minds fault. I pace inside of the soundproof shack I had in my brother's backyard. What do I do now? I have a dead body. I have an angry (maybe) girlfriend of Cleo's that saw me drag her out of the club. And now, I have lost my mind.

I have lost my mind...and now I'm alone. Cleo was the only person in the fucking world that understood me and what do I do to thank her? Commit murder. Kill her. Beat her to death. All because I'm jealous.

I decided to go see if Finneas could or would help me. I used the spare key he had given me to unlock his back door and went straight to his room. It was only 5am, so if he was home, he was asleep.

To my surprise, he was anything but asleep. He was sitting up on his bed writing sheets of music with his glasses on, and eyebrows furrowed close together. When I leaned on his bedroom door, opening it further, it squeaked and he jumped, then looked both relieved and confused.

He really shouldn't be relieved. I had just killed someone a few minutes ago.

"Bil...what are you doing here?" He glanced at his wristwatch then back to me, "at 5am?"

I gulped and looked down at my designer sneakers, then back up to Finneas with guilt ridden eyes. No one knew me like my brother knew me.

He leaned closer to me,

"Billie what the fuck did you do?"