~ Welcome To My Madhouse ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

Growing Pains My Ass

Time Skip >> A Few Hours (Your POV)

~ Dream ~

I sat back at the table; staring blankly. My fingers were peeling from the excessive picking and my knee shook violently from the fear in the pit of my stomach.

"... What's wrong, Mama?"

I looked down at my son, he had a sad pout on his face. I shook my head and placed the toddler on my knee.

"Nothing, baby," I replied. "Mama's fine."

"You're crying—" His small hands lifted to brush my cheek. I let out a shaky gasp, grabbing his wrist and kissing his small palm.

"I'm okay," I said, tears prickling gently down my face. "... I'm okay."

"Please don't sad, Mama."

~ End Of Dream ~

My eyes shot opened. My chest heaving while I caught my breath. I looked over to see that Finn was still gone, taking care of whatever needed be. I climbed out from my bed, nearly tripping over the waste bin as my feet touched the cold floor.

I grabbed them and walked quietly to the cell door, peering out into the hall. No officers were watching the block. David must've been with Finn, I thought. I walked to the bathroom. My feet had gone numb from the cold and I shuddered slightly.

When I walked into the girl's room, I looked at the cracked mirror and pushed down whatever thought or action that was threatening to escape.

The reminder of Emaline sweeping over my brain. I shook my head as if shaking it hard enough would make the image of her trying to kill herself just fly away.

I sauntered toward the bathroom stall, locking it behind me. I pulled the pack open and began to tear them in half one by one. Dropping one cigarette after another into the toilet before flushing them down the drain.

When I was finished, I washed my hands and dropped my only lighter into the trash bin before walking out. I was officially done.

~ Flashback ~

"I'm just saying, if someone managed to escape I don't think they'd keep in touch." Jack scoffed.

"I would," Sadie replied. "I'd write letters, saying some shit like I'm your aunt from Washington who's checking up on you."

"Oh, whatever," Wyatt said with a roll of his eyes. "They videotape our visitation and record every single phone call that enters and exits this place. What makes you think they don't read our letters?"

"Exactly." Gaten replied, "We can't all have the same 'Aunt Sadie,' they'd figure it out and go to collect your ass."

"Well, I wouldn't say it's Sadie for one. I'd give them a fake name only you guys could recognize and then I'd make the return address a P.O. box that's in a few towns over." Sadie scoffed. The guys just kept quiet and returned to their own conversations.

"I think that's really smart," I said, looking up at Sadie. She smiled.

"Yeah?" Sadie asked, "I'm always thinkin' of ways to go over the asylum's head. Most of the time my ideas go nowhere, they always have some kinda flaw... But I'm really good at comin' up with plans."

"... Really?" I questioned. Sadie nodded. "Wanna take a walk with me?"

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