Asylum || Finn Wolfhard

One

I sat on my bed, expressionless, staring at the blank ceiling above me. I was thinking about when could do it again. It was the thrill of my life, and it's not like the bastard felt the pain anyways.

The bell started ringing saying that there was a new person to be trapped in this hellhole.

We all walled it of our cells to the courtyard.

Maybe we'll have another friend Dee.

"Shut up." I muttered to myself.

Everyone said I was crazy. They all even try to kill me. But I'm not crazy. Hopper says he thinks I'm the worst one here, but I don't think so.

I walled to the courtyard and saw multiple new teens walking up. They all looked like they were friends, and all of them were expressionless.

"Alright people!" hopper yelled. He was an charge, and because everyone think I'm the worst here, he was my personal doorman.

"We got seven newbies. Finn, Jack, Sophia, jaeden, chosen, Jeremy, and Wyatt. We'll let you guys talk for a while before they go get settled." he said.

He took of their handcuffs and left them in the courtyard.

One came up to me which was Sophia, because she was the only girl.

"How bad is it?" she said.

"Think of hell, then a giant pile of shit, mixed with some grey water, and it's about 157,000 fucking time worse." I responded.

I sat in the grass and she sat next to me. She had really short red hair, blue yes that were almost grey, and lots of freckles on her face.

"I'm Diane, but you can call me Dee." I said.

She nodded and looked away for a minute. She looked back at me and she was staring at my hair. I had very a very short, messy pixie cut, with curls sticking out every which way and that. I had brown eyes and lots of freckles as well.

She looked away and mumbled something I didn't understand.

"What?" I asked her.

"I said your hair is exactly like jacks. He's here to. What're you here for?" she asked.

"Murder. They say that im insane, but don't believe them." I said.

She nodded, totally cool with the fact that I'm a murderer.

"What's your number?" she asked. She was referring to how many I've killed.

"27."  I answered calmly.

"Nice." she said with a smile.

I think that we'll get along with her nicely went we Dee?

"Shut the fuck up." I mumbled.

"You have a voice don't you?"

I looked up and saw a boy with hair, eyes, and freckles very similar to mine.

"Yah." I said.

He sat on the other side of me, and Sophia then left.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I killed 27 people. My last one the worst." I said.

"Damn." he said with a smile.

"What about you?"

"I killed my whole family. They were all asses who didn't even care about me, so it felt really nice." he said.

Jack's POV.