that's another dream that y/n has had about him. i feel horrible, it's not fair. y/n's life is upside down right now and i don't know how long it's going to take to fix it. the dreams, the notes, her bestfriend betraying her, and not even feeling safe at her own home.
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i woke up seeing y/n on her phone. "hey, how did you sleep?" i asked turning more to face her. "good" she said. i obviously know she's lying. "y/n why didn't you sleep? was there something keeping you up?" i asked. she put her phone down and started at me for a couple seconds. "it was just a dream, that's all." she said smiling. she reached over and out her hand on my head and started playing with my hair. "what was it about?" i asked her. "it was about um him but it's fine, i have dreams about him all the time now." she said frowning and putting her head down. i lifted her chin up with my finger so she'd be looking at me. "i'm sorry, you can tell me these things. y/n he can't hurt you anymore. me and jack will make sure of it." i said smiling causing her to smile. "i know" she said. "i appreciate it but sometimes i'll close my eyes and i just relive it. it's like even thought i know i have you guys, i cant get away from him. finn, i feel trapped. like i cant go anywhere without feeling watched, or or- or like i said closing my eyes without seeing him. my life isn't the same anymore finn.. i'm not the same anymore. and there's nothing anyone can do about it." she said with a blank expression. she stopped playing with my hair and turned to her other side.
i got out of bed and went downstairs. i guess my parents already went to work since their cars aren't here. i decided i would make the three of us breakfast.
while making breakfast i got a text from my mom asking to get the mail. i guess she ordered a package and it was supposed to come today. i got the mail and put it on the counter and finished up making breakfast. i walked upstairs to see jack and y/n laughing and talking about who knows what. "just wanted to let you guys know i made breakfast." i said. "YES THANK YOU FINN IM STARVING" jack screamed before he got up and ran downstairs like a little kid on christmas. y/n got up and came over to me. i grabbed her hand and we walked downstairs together. while we were eating i decided to look through the mail to see if we got anything interesting since we usually don't. then i saw a letter addressed to me sayingto: finn wolfhard
that was it. no address for me or from the person who sent it. which means it was most likely hand delivered. what the fuck. i started to open it and there was a small box in it. i opened it and was horrified. i quickly dropped it and ran outside to see if there was anyone out there. "finn what the fuck are you doing" jack said. "guys, look in the box." i said walking back over to the table. "AHHHHHHH" y/n screamed. i ran to the phone and called the cops. "hi my name is finn wolfhard and i just received an anonymous letter addressed to me. there was a small box inside with a bloody tooth and nail clippings." "finn, this is officer henry, we're on our way" i heard and i hung up. jack, y/n and i all went outside to wait for the cops, we couldn't be in there with that stuff. the cops finally got here and we tell them what happened and they go inside. a few minutes later the officer henry and a few other cops came outside with the um "things" that fell out of that box. "we're going to send these to get tested and track who's tooth and nail clippings these are. "y/n i hate to say it but i think we all know who's these are." henry said. y/n slowly nodded and just stood there staring, at nothing.
why is this happening?
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hey guys, i finally wrote!! again, i'm so sorry it's been like two weeks but school is really stressing me out. also, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 2k READS!!!!!!!!!!! i seriously love and appreciate all of you so much. hope you like this chapter!not proof read
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Fanfiction⚠️trigger warning ⚠️ please do not read if you are sensitive to strong language, self harm, depression, anxiety, or r*pe !!! in which y/n had been r*ped and can't put a finger on the profile of who she believed had been her rapist.