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FINN WOLFHARD IMAGINES + PREFERENCES
DISCLAIMER: Most of these imagines are old and are very badly written.
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Summary: y/n hargrove has too much trauma and feels empty after what she's been through, mike helps her through it until vecna attacks.
!! TW, SENSITIVE TOPICS, SWEARING, MENTION OF DEATH !!
slumbering my way too the pantry. i grab some junk food and microwave it, then go back into my room.
i haven't left the house for days, nor have been to school. i know the party is worried. they've all called at some point.
mike calls every day, around eight pm, max comes into my room telling me he called again. i feel empty im too sad or emotionless to call back.
i can't deal with my life currently.
it's been the same for a long time until it quiet down after the mind flayer. all it was was
fighting fighting fighting, people dying people dying people dying hiding hiding hiding crying crying crying running running running
so, what now? i keep crying and ignoring what happened all i can, eating junkfood late at night so i don't face anyone at the dinner table. i cry and sob and bail when noone is awake so they don't try and help me.
damn life is hard.
worst part.
im a kid. im only a fucking child. im barely a teenager too. then who the fuck decides to put unload their shit and trauma by creating monsters and unload all of them on kids?
empty. empty is what i feel. no emotion, just empty. i skip school because im too empty or tired to fake a smile. because what is life when all you do is sob, fake a smile, cry, cry or cry?
absolutely nothing.
before i decide on ending, i wanna talk. mike.
he understood, he was there at some point. i look to my clock on the wooden nightstand. 2:09. i had to. there was this uncontrollable power or urge inside of me begging and praying i would use the phone and call mike.
so i did.
"wheeler's residence who's this?" i heard someone say. nancy.
"sorry for calling this late, uhm things have been tough. could i please have mike on the phone." i asked, trying to hold in cries.
"sure, uh also, im here for you, y/n. i understand what you're feeling, ive been through it aswell. just talk to me." she said softly before i heard faint yelling, to try and wake up mike and get him on the phone.
