~ Welcome To My Madhouse ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

The Blood Doesn't Wash Off

Emaline's POV

I pulled away abruptly. She looked back at me confused. I smiled and ran my finger over her bottom lip.

"As much as I enjoy kissing you, I don't think the bathroom is the sexiest place to do this," I said.

She giggled in return, except it was different. it wasn't one of those half-assed giggles that girls attempt to make cute. It was pure innocence.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" She asked.

"Like where?"

Finn's POV

~ Flashback ~

"Finn, you can't be here."

"Listen, I'm just here to talk. Open the door." I quipped.

"No, Finn, listen you can't be within a hundred feet of me." She hissed, attempting to shut the door. "And if you do not fuck off, I'm calling the police."

"Grace please," I pleaded. "Don't— Don't leave me. Don't shut me out."

"Leave." She spat. I stared at her for a moment. "Get the fuck away from my house." I reached through the door to gently cup her face. She shuddered at my touch and pulled away.

"Let me in..." I mumbled.

"Finn, go." Gentle tears began falling down the side of her cheek.

"So that's it?" I sobbed, "Just like that? You're pushing me away?"

"Finn, I love him." She whispered, "And I don't need your help anymore... So you need to go." I angrily slammed into the door. Grace fell to the floor and stared up at me.

"You don't need fucking help! You don't need anything— But you need me." She stared back at me, terrified, before she nodded, gently.

"... Okay." She whispered.

"Alright?" I muttered back. "See? We're safe. We're gonna be okay..."

"Just calm down, okay?" She replied, "Just relax."

~ End Of Flashback ~

I stared at the ceiling, feeling that gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach.

"Fuck," I mumbled. It didn't hurt, but it never hurt. It felt as simple as breathing or blinking. I'd grown used to the numbing feeling of guilt in my stomach.

I gripped the side of my face, gently digging my nails into my cheek. I felt a prickle of tears dripping down the side of my face as I pressed harder. It didn't hurt.

I quickly sat up on the side of the bed, taking in a few breaths in preparation before leaning over and grabbing my lighter. I stared at the flame for a moment.

"Goddamn it," I whispered before retracting the flame and placing the hot metal against my collarbone. I winced for a moment. My eyes screwed shut as I burned my flesh.

"Hey, Finn, you got any..." A voice said, opening the door. It was Caleb. "... What the fuck are you doing?" I pulled the lighter away and stared back at him.

"Nothing," I replied. He walked over and took the lighter from my hand before looking at the burn mark on my collar.

"Finn, what the fuck?" He asked again.

"I couldn't... I couldn't feel anything else." I mumbled. "I wanted to make sure I still could feel at all." More hot tears fell. Caleb looked at me for a moment.