SADBOY - FINN WOLFHARD ✔

TWO!

LANA DEL RAY - PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

"I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, BABE, THAT'S ALL I DO, BABE                                                                                                                 YOU DON'T COME THROUGH, BABE, YOU NEVER DO."

The sound of an alarm ringing through your ears, jolting you awake was never blissful. For once, the boy didn't wake up cursing at his alarm, lazily throwing his hand over and trying to find the snooze button, instead he woke up cheerfully. His eyes opened wide, staring at the white wall that had since been littered with band posters, he rolled his body over to the other side, sunlight peeking through the cracks in his blind, his eyes squint, adjusting to the light, before reaching over shutting his alarm and looking at the time.

It was eight a.m, December twenty-third, otherwise known as his birthday.

He reached out to unplug his phone from the charger, bringing it closer to his face as he hastily unlocks it, desperate to see the people who cared enough to send him a happy birthday message, Finn didn't have that many friends, he had lost contact with most of them three to four years ago, ever since then birthday wishes had been a slow decline, but now he chose to stop caring, and just appreciate the friends that he did have.

He stands up from his bed, eyes glued onto his phone that he clumsily walks into the door, he hits it with a big thud, causing him to topple backwards and fall straight onto his butt, he groans in pain for a few seconds, rubbing the sore spot before getting back up, opening the door and heading towards the kitchen, he puts his phone down on the kitchen counter, reaching up to collect the cereal he stacks on the roof of the fridge, he makes himself a huge bowl of coco-pops, before sitting down to eagerly open the texts he had received, he scans over his contacts, smiling at familiar faces that were popping up.

AYLA TESLER-MABE - Happy birthday nerd, feels like yesterday me and you were learning guitar together for the first time, practicing hours upon hours for the school talent show that we got robbed first place off. I'm glad to say we have improved so much since then, your gifts will be waiting for you at the record store, love you x.

MALCOLM CRAIG - Your jokes have gotten worse, you've made me feel like a complete midget, you still have no ability to dance but somehow I still love you, happy birthday Finn.

JACK ANDERON - I brought you epic amounts of v bucks for your birthday, I hope you're happy.

Finn chuckles quickly responding "I don't know if that's the best present to get or the worse present to get...". In an instant, he gets a reply.

JACK ANDERSON - that shit cost money, happy birthday Finn.

Finn closes the messages, scanning to see if anybody else at anyone else who had sent him a message, he sees an unknown number, clicking on it with curiosity, his eyes hover over the words to see who had sent him a birthday message.

UNKNOWN - Hey finn, happy birthday, I know you probably don't want me to get you anything, but I shipped you down a present anyway, I know it's not the same as seeing you in person, but with everything that happened I couldn't. Have a good birthday, you still are my younger brother after all. - Nick.

Seeing nick contact him was scary, he hadn't faced his brother in over ten years, due to the unfortunate circumstances of their family. Their father had died prior to the birth of Finn, and their mother was batshit crazy, Nick had told him that she drastically changed after the death of her husband, but he would never be able to know, he only saw the mean side of her. The little boy was vulnerable, so angelic and young, but was stripped for a happy childhood. He could recall the times where he felt so terrified at his mothers piercing words and harsh slaps to his soft skin, he didn't deserve it, nobody did, his body was painted with dark purples and blues, swirling and mixing together into aqua greens, his body was a canvas that had been obliterated by dark vibrant paints.