Finding Finley

Finding Finley

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"You can't use your mental illness as an excuse for everything." I scowl disapprovingly, watching as he licks the melting ice cream in his hand; the ice cream he got for free because he scammed a sweet old lady into feeling sorry for him. "You can't say that to me!" He gasps. "I'm depressed!" Nobody would have expected Finley Forest. He always seemed happy, with friends flanking his side, a beautiful girl clutching his hand and an almost guaranteed scholarship on his back. But thats always the case isn't it? It's always the ones you expect the least - and did this revelation take the whole neighbourhood by surprise. An empty bottle of pills, crippled limps and a failed suicide attempt later and Finley Forest is no longer the God who once had the world at his feet. His straight formal pants exchanged for ripped skinny alcohol stained jeans. His smart neutral polo shirts replaced by torn band ones. Black tight boots with killer buckles supporting his feet instead of his usually smart tanned shoes. Finley was gone. They said he was a goner lost in the poisonous fog that clouds his mind, but I was determined to find him. WARNING; If it wasn't already obvious, this story deals with a variety of mental illness' so just a forewarning, this book may be triggering and if you experience any suicidal thoughts or believe you may be subject to a mental illness, please find help. Suicide Hotline; 18002738255
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"I'm a messed up girl." Sigh, peek through lashes, then "Most of the time I either overreact, or I don't react at all. There's a numb spot where my heart should've been and mouth knows nothing but sarcasm." Lip bite, looking away "I've seen too much to make me this. " Eyebrow raised, then "You're a messed up girl." A light nod making the dark tousled hair bounce. "You don't know how to react or how to listen to your heart." Fidgeting with fingers, Is he nervous? "You're not sarcastic you're defensive." Smirk. Damn right he can't be nervous. "You haven't seen too much, you've seen one side of life for too long." Another smirk. Alright, where's the police? Trouble is on its way. "It's about time you see the better side". "I don't want you to be my superman, or batman or ironman or-." Another sigh, then "I'm not a mission! I can't be saved" Smirk, then. "I'm not saving you, you don't need to be saved." Smile, wait what? "Babe I'm Your-Man, and I'm here to give you a good time" Book 1 of 'SuperHero' Series.

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