Hi, Milly´s turn then. I couldn´t find her surname anywhere so I just made one up. And the story behind this surname is that I was on my way to write English- sounding, girlnames, boynames and surnames. And I´m reading a book right now, called "all creatures great and small" or "if they only could talk" of, a now dead vet/writer. And his name is James Herriot. And I thought, that maybe I could use Herriot, but when I wrote it by hand on my list. I first didn´t realize that I had wrote "Heeriot" instead of "Herriot." So voila, now I had a brand new surname to use.

Milly Heeriot

"You´re useless, I can´t believe I actually married you." Seven year old Milly Heeriot sat outside her parents' bedroom, hearing her dad shouting at her mum. She sat crouched behind the door, with her arms around her knees. This had been going on for a while now, and she´d almost fallen asleep when the door flew open and her dad came storming out mumbling about, can´t be here, and going to the pub. Slowly, Milly began to move, and she walked into the room, where her mum was laying on the floor.

"Mum?" Milly sat down on her knees and started to shake her mum´s shoulder. "Mum, are you ok?"

"Yes Milly." Her mum said. "I´m alright. I had not taken the dishes as I was supposed to before he came home, it was my fault. So don´t you worry about me." She sat up.

"Milly," she said. "I want you to wait outside, and I want you to remember that, wherever you go, and whatever you do. I´ll always love you."

"Yes mum, but why are you telling me that now?"

"Milly, I want you to go and wait in the stairs, and wait for me, can you do that sweetheart?"

"Ok mum." Milly walked outside the room, closed the door, and sat down in the bottom of the stairs, just next to the bedroom door, and she waited, and waited, and waited. After more than two hours, she got enough and opened the door.

"Mum, when you´re com…MUM" she stormed to het mum´s side, and shook her shoulder again. "Mum wake up" she panicked. "Mummy please wake up."

Then she saw a letter, and an empty pill- box, she took the letter, and slowly, she read.

To my dearest Milly

I love you so much, I hope you know that. Because if you´re reading this, I won´t be able to tell you that out loud anymore. But it´s just that… your dad doesn´t do that… and he doesn´t love me either. I just can´t stand his drinking anymore. I can´t stand having to sleep with a knife under my pillow. That was why I tried to talk to him earlier today, but he wouldn´t listen. I´m so, so sorry Milly, I just can´t take it anymore. Take this letter to the police station, and show it to the nice police there. They´ll help you. Love you, now and always.

Mum.

Milly looked up from the letter, and then stormed out of the room. Without caring about putting any shoes on, she ran out the door and down the street, towards the police station.

"If that´s what can happen when someone says the wrong thing, then I´m never going to speak again." She thought, while running, in silence.