Octavius

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4 months later

FINLEY

"Hey, kid!" The pounding on the door jolted me awake. Frantically, I sat up on the bed trying to wash away the sleepiness from my eyes as the day had already started. "Get out of there. It's breakfast time. Bellamy told me to come get you," Darcy's harsh voice called out.

"Good morning." I replied softly. "Um, I'm not hungry."

"Good thing you don't have a choice. Come downstairs, Finley or I'm coming in there and dragging you the fuck out."

I will ugly cry and stomp if you do that.

Grumbling softly, I swung my leg to the other side before stepping out of bed. I am so not a morning person. "Okay."

My eyes flickered over to the nightstand only to see that I was awake about ten minutes before my alarm would have rang. Normally Darcy would have burst into my room without knocking but I supposed I was a bit grateful for the fact that my older brother picked up some manners overnight. However long those would remain for.

I sighed, almost glaring at the clock. There was no point in going back to bed, only to hit snooze multiple times like I would normally do so I decided to start the morning with a head start.

It took me a few minutes to tidy up my bed before I headed to the bathroom to do my business and clean up. Business, ha. What a funny word. When I reached the bathroom, my feet paused, halting my steps as I came to take in my disheveled reflection in the mirror.

It was like a itch. Looking in the mirror had always been a difficult thing to do because then all my self doubt would start pouring in but then again I couldn't help it.

Standing in front of the sink, my curious gaze moved up, traveling to my reflection only to be disappointed a broken shell of a girl with eyes filled with tears, tangled brown curls and desolate brown eyes. I hate how I look. I wished I was a bit more like my older sister.

Though there was nothing else I could do to change it. There was no point in crying over spilled milk.

Hurriedly, I jumped into the shower then began to mentally go over my schedule for the day and making sure I could fit everything I wanted to do into my day. I made a mental note to visit the library to find a new book to read, and to stop by the bakery later to visit Silas. He was my favorite old person... okay fine, the only old person I knew but don't tell him that.

After my shower, I picked out some clothes to wear ignoring the visible stares of the cuter outfits in my closet. Not today. I huffed a sigh, glaring back at the clothes I wished I had the courage and body to wear, only to settle with one of my usual white oversized shirts with the font Mean People Suck, light blue jeans and my dark combat boots.

Without so much as a stare to debate whether it looked nice, I adjusted my large, rimmed glasses and grabbed hold of my white hoodie, throwing it on my bed so I wouldn't forget to take it with me.

I didn't bother brushing my hair since it would only result in whimpers, and hopeless crying. Instead I used my cherry scrunchie - my favorite scrunchie to tie my wild, dark curls back into a half bun, letting the rest of the tight, untamed curls cascade down my back. Feeling anxious, I debated changing into a different pair of jeans before I heard a soft knock at the door.