Black Lungs || fillie

Antidepressants

(warning this story contains abuse, alcohol, and use of drugs. read at your own risk.)

"Finn, just trust me. My therapist is great." Iris says. "I didn't know you went to therapy." Finn says as they both walk through the halls of the office. 

"Well there's a lot you don't know about me." Iris says plainly as she knocks on the door. Finns hands were clammy, and he still thinks he didn't need this.

"Go on, buddy. I'll be out here." Iris says pushing Finn in and closing the door. "Um.." Finn chuckles.

"Take a seat." The woman said. Finn slowly takes a seat. "My name is Mia. And as you know I'm a therapist. What's your name?" 

Finn was confused, everyone knows him. "Finn Wolfhard." He replies.

"Okay, Finn. What have you been feeling lately?" She asked him. Finn just stared at her and shrugged, "Nothing." 

"Nothing..? Finn you've got to tell me what's up." Mia said. He sighs, "It's just the fame that's uh bothering me." Finn said.

"Why is that?" She asked. Finn begins to sink into his thoughts. 

He was on the stage, with his band Calpurnia. He was playing his guitar with a smile on his face as he sung.

The fans watched as he did. Finns work was incredible, and everything was going smoothly. But while that was happening, somehow someway, a fan pulled his leg and he fell.

Finn fell on his arm, breaking it with also the weight of the guitar. The security guards took notice of this, and quickly took whoever did that, out.

Finn groans as they get him up. They walked him out with his broken arm.

"Finn?" Mia snaps in his face. "Sorry uh.. right. It's just um, if I go out in public it's always "oh my god is that Finn Wolfhard from stranger things??" Or it's just a lot. And when i'm at home, it's just me. Lonely and quiet." Finn said lowly.

He clears his throat, "Just wanna be treated like a normal person, you know? Not being known as the famous Finn Wolfhard. I may like the fame sometimes, it's just it can get depressing."

Mia listened as he kept talking about how he felt. "I don't even know if I regret getting famous or not." Finn said with a sad message in his eyes.

That was all he was gonna say, he was opening up a bit too much. He just let Mia cheer him up, and give him some advice.

He was trying to listen, but here and there, he kept zoning out. And starting today, they put Finn on antidepressants.

After therapy.

"Iris, they gave me a prescription for Xanax." Finn said, he let Iris drive this time. Finn chuckles, "Antidepressants."

"Yeah and that's where we are out to go pick up." Iris said. He sighs. "When do I take them though?" Finn asked.

"Well what did Mia say?" Iris asked. "Umm.. to only take them when I'm feeling down. And not to take more than one in the moment. And uh yeah that's what she told me." Finn replied.

"There's your answer." Iris says. Finn just nods, he starts tapping his hand on his leg. There were no cigarettes, he finished them yesterday night.

"Millie didn't let me apologize to her." Finn said out of the blue. "She didn't let me talk to her, she quickly just left." Finn added.

Iris looked at him, then looked back on the road, letting him speak. "Noah just told me to give her some time. But the thing is, how long has it been? 5 days? I don't know. But it's been a while." Finn looks out the window.