/Finn Wolfhard\ Imagines

Boris~ Reality

Y/n is in and out of reality, schizophrenia.

Y/n sits on her bed staring at a blank wall. What she seen wasn't a blank wall. She seen that the wall had eyes, a mouth.

Her phone was blowing up from texts but she wasn't in real life right now. She seen a figure on her wall, waving at her, she waved back but she was really waving at nothing.

She has had schizophrenia since she was 6 years old.

She got back into reality by someone shaking her. "The wall was talking to me." Y/n says then giggles. "Have you even took your meds?" Boris questions with his thick accent.

"I don't know." Y/n says. She was going in and out of reality. She seen things floating. "Y/n!" Boris yelled loud enough she looked at him. "Open up." Boris says with Y/n's pills in his hands.

She opened her mouth he put the pills in her mouth handing her water. She could swear to god she seen the pills screaming. She swallows them.

"Y/n." Boris says. "What." Y/n says, gently tapping his nose. "Why do people call me insane." Y/n says before Boris could speak. "People, everyone. Do you think i'm insane?" Y/n asks brushing her hand against his.

"No. You can't help that you got something." Boris says interlocking their fingers. Y/n starts drifting off into no where but doesn't when Boris embraced her in a hug.

She hugs back. "This feels nice." Y/n softly whispers. She seen a small black figure. She stares at it like it was actually there. It was scaring her. "Boris." Y/n asks.

"Hm." He mumbles.

"It's staring at me." Y/n says, hugging him tighter. She squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn't driving herself into sleep she was driving herself to a new world.

Her mood seemed always giddy like she was fucked up on drugs 24/7.

Boris ran his hand's through her hair. She was crying? She didn't notice she was in tears. Y/n opened her eyes that thing still there. "It won't leave me alone." Y/n says stuffing her head in Boris' chest.

"Close your eyes." Boris says with his thick accent. He was rubbing circles in her back. Her meds haven't kicked in yet.

She closed her eyes.

Boris whispers sweet things in her ears. Y/n's door clicked open, it was her dad. "She has a therapy appointment at two." Y/n's father says.

Boris nods. "I'll take her." Boris says with his thick accent, his chin resting on top of her head.

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My weird brain thought about this idea so why not?

Stuff like psychosis, schizophrenia are illnesses that disconnect you from the world, I always look much into stuff like schizophrenia so my mind thought of this.

-Vivian💜