One month skipIt's been one month since I've had a drink, one month of being sober and it's actually been good. The first 2 weeks were hell and all I wanted to do was drown myself with alcohol but I had Finn.
Flashback
I can't do it, I don't want to do it. I need to have a drink. I know I said I wanted to do this but I just need one drink. I feel like I'm dying. Every minute I'm puking my guts out and my anger lash outs have been getting more frequent. The headaches won't die down and I feel like every time I eat I'm going to puke. I'm so paranoid all the time I jump at the slightest of sounds and I feel like complete shit. I'm so tired all the time but when night comes I can't close my eyes. When I do get some sleep I wake up an hour later crying and sweating from a nightmare. The thoughts keep me awake at night and I can't take it anymore.
It's one in the morning and I can't stop the thoughts. Just one drink and that's all, just one. I look to my left and just watch Finn sleeping peacefully. I just have to be quiet, if I'm quiet then I could just go to a gas station and just pick up a bottle and then I will go back to being sober as simple as that.
I push the blankets off, and slowly get up keeping my eyes on Finn. I just don't want him to wake up. I quickly go to my bag and find a sweater and grab my keys. I sit down on the edge of the bed and as quietly and quickly as possible I tie my shoes. I get up and move to the door. Wait do I have money? I pat my pockets and I groan in frustration.
"Fuck," I whisper. I look around frantically trying to find my wallet.
"Shit." I can't find it and I really need a drink. I'm getting really fucking mad now. I look around one more time and my eyes land on--- Finns wallet. He won't notice a few bucks gone, right? I'll pay him back anyway. I walk over to his nightstand and take his wallet. I look at him, sleeping peacefully. I slowly start to bring my hand to his hair.
Don't touch him.
I flinch back my hand and look around scared. Who the fuck said that?
I'm in your head, I'm your friend don't worry, now hurry up and leave.
Okay?
He won't know.
But what if he finds out?
He won't. Now go before he wakes up.
Okay.
I turn around quickly and start to wake towards the door. I guess I have a new friend now. I feel like I've known them my entire life but why am I'm just hearing them now? Why am I not freaking out as much as a regular person would?
I'm not going to hurt you just help you.
How do I know that?
You're just going to have to wait and find out cause I'm not going anywhere.
I shake my head trying to just stop the voice I feel like this is all to much for me I just need to focus on getting a drink. I grab the doorknob and open the door really quietly I close it and walk down the stairs quickly. I don't want to wake up Finn's dad and get him or I hurt, so I cant mess up or make any noise. I stop and look into the living room and see him dead asleep on the couch I roll my eyes. What a drunk.
You're just like him, an alcoholic.
No, I'm not shut up.
Yes, you are, look at you, you're going to get a bottle of vodka with you boyfriends money.
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//you don't know me//finn Wolfhard
Novela Juvenil"I fucking hate you Finn Wolfhard!" "I fucking love you Y/N!"