FreakShow | Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Chapter Five

I didn't know what to say, I just stared at him like an idiot, my mouth parting ways before shutting. "H-Hey.." I Finally managed to choke out.

"Who's this?" The brown hair boy asked Malcolm.

"This is Y/n, and Y/n, this is Jack."

Jack eyes widens. "Y/n Y/n!" I read his facial expression, knowing they told him who I am.

"Nice to meet you." I forced a smile, offering my hand, which he accepts with a moment hesitation. I turn to Malcolm now, feeling his eyes on me. "I just decided to hang at the park once I finished grocery shopping. When I got home, I realized we barely had any food. By that I meant spoiled milk, cheese and crackers were the only thing we had."

"Oh dang, well do you wanna hang out with us?" This side of Malcolm shocked me, a normal person would be felt off, seeing their best friends ex.

Finn facial expression stayed blank as I shake my head. "Can't, I gotta go put up all the groceries and clean the house. Maybe soon." I waved by to him, walking off.

Finn P.O.V

I watch Y/n get in her car, driving off. So many emotions was running through me, I ever expected to see her so suddenly. The image of her stabbing and punching the employees were still clear as daylight. I felt so hurt that she lied to me. For the next week I was a wreck, crying and angry. Only Nick knew what was going on, I mean he witnessed the whole thing. My parents were clueless, thinking that we just had a bad break up. And I felt even more betrayed that Malcolm lied to me.

Flashback to when Malcolm told him everything

"You knew!" I yelled to Malcolm at his house once he let me inside. He was clueless, not sure of what I'm saying. "You knew Y/n was a fucking....she-she was a patient!"

His eyes widens. "I-I can explain..."

"Then tell me! Tell me why you'd lie." I pant, falling onto his couch. Tears were fresh down my face, god I need to stop crying.

"She threatened me not to tell. She's one of the most violent patients there. But after i got to know her after you guys met...she actually wasn't as bad as people said. We became friends...and so I decided to keep it a secret. I've never seen Y/n so calm and happy, and you, I've never seen you happy. Like over the moon head over heels happy, you practically loved her. And I knew telling you the truth would ruin everything...wait, how did you find out? Did she tell you?"

"I witnessed it."

"Shit." He knew exactly what I was talking about.

"S-She stabbed someone and she was so crazy. It scared me. She didn't look like herself at all, it looked like her eyes were black...fuck."

"She had a blackout." Malcolm explains. "She has those, so she can't control herself. But other times, she doesn't care. When I came, I was scared of her. She never once smiled, she always looked like she was going to kill, and always threatened someone, and she was always thrown into the white room. She was a mess, but like I said, when she met you, she was an entirely different person. She was happy. Finn, I'm sorry for not telling you. I really am. Now I'm guessing I should've so you wouldn't have to see that."

"Why did she lie?"

"She was scared. She doesn't want to admit it but she was."

I pulled at my hair, staring at the ground. "I just cannot believe this."

"What would you do if you ever saw her again?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. But I want to see her again...I just don't know how I'll react. I want to go see her to get her side but Nick won't let me. Cole won't even drive me."

"Then just wait...it you guys see each other again, then you guys got fate together."

End

"Finn..." Jack nudged me. "You good?" I was knocked out of my trance, realizing I was still watching her car. With was long gone by now.

"I'm good."

At Malcolm's house Jack left, leaving the two of us alone. I was playing my guitar when I happen to look at Malcolm's phone. He was on Y/n Instagram account. "Give me that!"

"What? I'm about to follow her."

"Give me!" I snapped, snatching this phone.

Y/u/n

I typed her account on my phone, tossing Malcolm his phone back. She didn't have a lot of posts, only five pictures of herself and six of art or aesthetic stuff with dark sayings. I bit my nails, looking at picture after picture.

"You still like her, don't you?" I ignored him, wavering on following her. I don't want to come off as desperate. I'm not sure if she still feels the same. But hell, I'm not sure how I feel. "Fuck it.." I followed her.

Y/n P.O.V

My phone dinged and I turned it on, spitting on my drink.

Finnwolfhardofficial is now following you

How the hell did he find my account? Must've been Malcolm, he just followed me a few minutes ago. Fuck. I was just panicking, wondering if I should remove him or not. Why is he doing this? Does he still like me? I haven't gotten over him, not the slightest. I hate myself for it.

While I just sat there, staring at my phone as I scratch my cuts I made while I was being institutionalized.

After a few moments I put my phone down, burying myself underneath the covers while listening to Automatic Loveletter.

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I have no idea on where I'm going with this story but I think I have an idea.

And I'm trying not to rush this but it's weird. It just feels weird not rushing because this was an orginally a 4 part imagine. If this was an orginal book, I would've been fine taking my time.

*angriely pulls at my hair while groaning*