𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞 // 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

f.w - mental

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

as y/n was dragged down the vast hall of the wayward international mental institution, she felt sick and sad, the fact that her mother sent her here for eighty days was too much.

" here's your room. behave, don't do anything stupid, and be careful." the mean guy who dragged her said with fear in his voice.

he pushed her in the marble-white room, alone and cold.

she inspected the room.

there was a guitar lying by the floor, along with a pick.

did someone stay here before? 

she thought.

" who are you?" a cold voice spoke from behind her.

" i-i'm y/n..who are you? what are you doing in my room?" the frightened and surprised girl answered.

"this is my room too." the cold boy said.

y/n turned around to see a curly-haired boy staring at her deeply.

" so you're my roommate?" y/n said, amused by the full glory of the boy infront of her.

"yeah." he answered.

"i'm finn" the boy said, a small smile appeared on his face.

"i'm y/n" the girl replied back.

"nice name. anyways, why are you here at this shitty place?"finn said, sitting on her bed.

y/n giggled.

" my mother placed me here. i'm suicidal." she spoke blantly.

"oh, i'm sorry."finn said.

" how about you? what brings you here, finn?" y/n asked the boy, making him surprised.

" oh, my family thinks i have issues going on with my head" he said.

" you look fine though" y/n said all of a sudden.

she widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

finn smirked.

" or not" he said.

y/n looked at him.

"i'm kidding!" finn cracked up laughing.

he wasn't even kidding at all.

the moment he laid his eyes on the girl sitting beside him, he knew he had fallen in love with someone.

again.

finn tried to shake the feeling off.

he was afraid of getting hurt one more time.