Finn ➾
Dear Journal,
There was one night that crushed my soul so badly. The feelings and emotions from this night is truly indescribable but i'll try anyways.
I couldn't sleep like most nights in the waiting room. I laid there with eyes wide open over thinking my life as usual. The light in the hallway was still on. Something about that light being on made me feel so uneasy. It was the first sign to a bad night. I saw the silhouettes of two doctors, they were trying to be discrete about something. I quietly got up to a place I could hear them clearly. They were talking about a patient who could no longer be treated. How it was time he was cut loose. My mind instantly went to the thought of my dad. Me being the only one in this room, I knew it had to be him and my heart dropped. I had had enough. I needed answers. I ran every single inch of that hospital until I found him. He had tubes everywhere and I saw the doctors unplugging him. The worst thing was I couldn't stop them no matter how hard I banged on the door or how hard I screamed. It didn't stop those doctor's from killing my father. I was delusional and I continued to bang and scream only this time I started to cry. The nurses had to pull me back but it didn't stop me. Though my voice went weak, I still called out for him. I weeped and weeped. After 10 years of my life, I finally saw him but in the worst possible way a son could ever see his father...a lifeless corpse.
He was dead. He was dead and the fucking people here didn't have the heart to tell me. My 'friends' all left me. They didn't know anything about his death. The doctors tried to comfort me, it was all bullshit. All of it. They didn't care, nobody did. Yet I sat here for weeks, just to find out that my dad was going to be let off. The doctor's gave up on him. I didn't. I tried to fight for his life. I sat here day and night waiting to see him. I never gave up on him but I give up now. Not just on him, but on me. Trying to believe that life will get better. Not for me it won't. I'm different. I don't get a happy ending. It will never work out for me, no matter how hard I try or how lucky this bracelet is. It won't make a difference because I can never be happy.
I couldn't take that place anymore so I got up from where I was seated with the nurses all surrounding me. I wiped my tears and I ran. I ran into the rain where the thunder grumbled and the lightning brightened up the sky but I was no longer afraid. I lost too much to care or feel anything anymore. I didn't know where to go or what to do but all I did know was I had to just keep running, and to never turn back. Every single thing I felt and still feel is so hard to describe. It's a sea of emotions that are drowning me but it didn't stop me from running away.
Sincerely yours,
Finn Wolfhard
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The Waiting Room (fillie)
FanfictionThey all had a reason, a story, a memory; that brought them to the room. Whether it be fate or pure chance; their individual circumstances resulted in them together. 5 strangers, together. In the waiting room.
