FreakShow | Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Chapter One

I don't know how long it's been, one day, one month, or even a year I've been in this hell hole. I didn't kill anyone, but I almost did. And I haven't been the same. Not because I almost killed someone and acted like a crazy person, I lost someone I loved. He thought I was just a visitor where the freaks go, but I was one of them. Everything was going so well, until I had a blackout. The look on his face was nothing but disgust, betrayal, and sadness. That was a year ago.

Today's my last day though, my parents came to sign some papers or whatever, not once looking at me. Dr. Howell was waiting patiently as we approach the front doors. "Y/n.." She calls over. My parents walked on, ignoring everything and everyone around them. "If you need any help or want to live somewhere else...my door is always open."

"Thanks..." I nod, going in for a hug which surprised us both. "I'm gonna miss this shitty place."

She laughs loudly. "I'm gonna miss you, you take care now."

Outside my parents were in the car, heading back to the place that's suppose to be called home. When actually it's hell. I was thankful I got my iPod back, listening to Finn's band The Aubreys. I'm obsessed with Afraid to Drink. My whole life has been turned upside down and my only safe haven is music.

At home I found a new phone on my untouched dressed. From Dr. Howell, a farewell gift. I laid down on my bed, downloading everything from my cloud and social media. On Instagram I decided to make my account private, only for a few days so I could get rid of all the pervs that tried to text me. Some knew my past and said they need a freaky girl. I did the right thing and blocked them. I had no one to text, announcing that I'm home. So I only posted a picture of my view outside my window, putting Hell is lovely. I don't know why I have a big following base, probably because they're blood thirsty. Everything is honestly so confusing.

I sighed and laid down on my bed, finding myself looking up Finn's account. Finnwolfhardofficial with alittle over ten thousand followers. All the girls were thirsty for him but it looked as if he paid no mind. "Why am I looking him?" I grumbled, backing out of everything.

Flashback

"Finn...where are you?" I giggled, looking around the secret garden. "I'm too old for this shit. Just tell me where you ar-" I was unable to finish, squealing like crazy  as Finn picked me up from behind, spinning me around.

Not long after he sets me down, pecking my lips. "Did you miss me?"

"I haven't seen you in two minutes."

"Exactly, that's forever." He sighs dramatically, going in for another kiss.

End

God I hate to admit it, but I miss him. My first boyfriend, actually my second but he's my first real boyfriend. Saying my first love would be a bit of a stretch but it's somewhere in that area. My eyes grazed over the bands I listen to, smiling. I've missed staring at them at night, daydreaming about meeting them. Sometimes I'll actually have dreams about seeing them live and right as they come on stage, I wake up. Pisses me off every time.

"Y/n, come do these dishes! Your dad and I are getting someone to eat. You can eat whatever you want in the kitchen. Be warned though, there isn't a whole lot." I rolled my eyes. "Geesh, Thanks alot. Parents of the year." I grumbled, walking downstairs to load the dishwasher.

I look through the cabinets and fridge, my only option was crackers and cheese with milk. Wait change that, the milk is two weeks old. I'm definitely gonna have to go grocery shopping here in a few days. I know food stamps comes tomorrow and I'm the one that always go get them. I put in my eat buds, walking to my parents room. To my luck my mom left her wallet, her debit card peeking through in a taunting way. I bit my lip, deciding to steal a twenty dollar bill instead, running outside to get on my bike. The nearest restaurant was half an hour on bike, the heat was killer. But the sun will start going down in ten minutes, along with the temperature.

I pedaled with all my might, the restaurant is small but the food is complete heaven. They have the best country fried steak and fried chicken.

It ended sooner than I realized, happy that the restaurant David's HomeMeal still standing. Inside the air conditioner hit me, hearing a yell.

"If it isn't Y/n! Haven't seen my favorite customer in two years!" David grins, hugging me.

"Yeah, out of the looney bin. But I think that's more of a home for me. You think David?"

He shrugs. "It depends. But if you call it home, than it is." That's the thing I like about David, you could be a serial killer and he'll still be nice to you. He's almost like an uncle to me. "The usual?" David asks me after he sets me down at a table. I nod, thanking a waiter for giving my drink. He hand shook slightly, almost as if he's afraid of me. I decided to have some fun. "Don't worry, as long as you don't whip your penis out or try to flirt, you'll be fine. You gay?" His eyes widens, stuttering before walking off. David shakes his head at me in a joking manner as I howled with laughter. "What? You gotta admit that it was funny."

"Leave it up to you with your twisted mind." He laughs, walking into the kitchen. Ah, Y/f/c never tastes so good. Haven't had my baby in two years and it seems to have missed me as well. "To he honest, I was wondering in you would ever come back." David says coming out the kitchen. I realized there was a new cook, his son Alejandro.

"Really? Have people been talking?"

"Yeah, they said you killed someone."

"No...not exactly. It's just that they made me lose my temper and I had a blackout. Stabbed some people but they didn't die. Did I wish they would've? Yes."

He hums, looking around. "Some people don't know how to handle people in mental hospitals. They don't know what they're doing is wrong until they end up harmed. And some don't care, they just want you to shut up."

"How romantic." I grimanced. "I'm gonna be honest, I'm surprised to see your restaurant still standing."

If Dr. Howell was here, she'd get onto me. But David is never bothered by my words. He desired the truth. "I've cleaned up the restaurant alot since you were gone. I'd call it a welcome home gesture, and I gained more customers. However since it's Sunday, the day is slow. Alejandro, aren't you gonna say hi to Y/n!" Alejandro looked up, a smile lighting his face as if he just noticed my presence. Which he did. "Y/n!" He grins, running to hug me. I didn't mind the flour getting on me, returning the hug. "God it's been so long. You've matured."

"I could say the same." He got hot, that's all I gotta say. Lost the acne, lost the braces, and gotten a huge growth spurt. "How's school been?"

"Good, you coming back to school?" I nod, letting him continue. "I can't believe it's gonna be our last year. My parents, mom specifically, won't stop crying."

"I wish I could say the same." I grumbled, letting him get back to cooking. While I was waiting on my meal, I found myself looking Finn up repeatedly, even Malcolm. I don't have an obsession, I just miss him. What is he going to do if he runs into me? I pray that never happens.