You were scared to leave I.M.P headquarters now. You finally got evicted from your apartment, and I.M.P was the only home you had left. You refused to eat, drink, or speak. Millie softly knocked before entering your room.
"Hey, Y/N......may I sit with you, honey.....?"
She had a beautiful southern accent, and you nodded silently. You haven't spoken in a week. She offered you an apple.
"You've gotta eat somethin'........"
The thought of eating made you sick to your stomach now. You politely declined by shaking your head. Her eyes softened and she put a hand on your back gently. She set the apple on the nightstand, and looked at you.
".....you know you can talk to me.....and anything you tell me I won't tell a soul......."
You were silent for a long time, before speaking almost inaudibly.
".........I don't want to be alive anymore....."
Her heart sank. She teared up and hugged you tightly, and her little body was trembling.
"......please don't say that.......we need you........"
You hugged her back, burying your face in her neck and crying.
"......it hurts, Millie........e.......everything hurts......."