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Dinner couldn’t believe what he had just done. He had just *killed* somebody. Somebody who kidnapped little boys, and tortured them for his own sick amusement. But even so, the grabber was a living, breathing human being.
Finney Blake was a murderer. He wasn’t just some kid who kept his head down low anymore, he wasn’t just some kid who let all his bullies walk over him. He wasn’t *Finney Blake* anymore.
Now everyone only see’s him as ‘the boy who killed the grabber’ or the boy with rumors spread around him like wildfire.
People were *scared* of him, and that hit Finney like hell. Finney never fought back for a reason. To Finney, if he fought back it meant he was like his father. But now that people were actually scared of him, he broke.
People don’t see *Finney Blake*, people see him as a murderer. People don’t see Finney Blake as a child anymore, they don’t see him as a survivor. They just see him as some crazy kid who got lucky, then murdering someone.
Or at least, that’s what Finney thought. Finney shouldn’t have been the one to survive. If anyone had the greatest chance of surviving the grabber it would have been Vance or Robin. And yet their both dead, and Finney took their place.
Sighing as he let a sullen look cast his face, Finney groaned out into his pillow. He can’t do this anymore.
The bullying has stopped sure. The abuse at home has stopped to. And yet after everything, he can’t get over what happened.
Finney desperately wants to pretend that nothing ever happened. That he was never taken from the grabber, and that he had never killed the grabber.
He just wants everything to go back to normal. For him to join baseball again, for him to go back to being the bullied loner, for everything to just fall back into place.
Change scared Finney. It scared Finney so bad. So with all of these new changes that are happening in his life, he isn’t sure what to do anymore. He wants to just stay in bed all day sleeping until all of this blows down, and things go back to normal.
But he can’t. He has to get up everyday, feeling the eyes of everyone in school on him waiting for him to mess up. He isn’t allowed to play baseball as of now, ‘doctors orders’. His father isn’t allowing to go out at night anymore, in fear that Finney would get kidnapped again.
Finney is tired. So so tired. Letting his eyelid slip down, covering his eyes he succumbed into the darkness that waited for him and yet, he wasn’t scared.
The darkness was always welcoming to him, it gifted him dreams of when times were easier, of what he wished were true.
Groaning as his door slammed open, he heard a voice say “CMON WERE GOING TO BE LATE!” Peeking one of his eyes open, he saw Gwen standing in his doorway with her hands on her hips.
“what..?” “UP UP UP! seriously you never sleep this late, we’re going to be late!” she stated as she walked over towards the bed, tugging on Finn’s arm.
“i’m up im up..” Finney mumbled as he got up, dragging his feet behind him walking up to his closet.
“get out Gwen im going to get changed.” “yeah yeah. Just don’t fall back asleep!” and with that, Gwen sprinted out of his room, leaving his door wide open. A second passed before she came running back, grabbing the door handle and slamming it, yelling out a quick sorry.
Pulling out a sweater and just pulling it over his head, he sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Gazing at his baggy pants, it should be fine for the day.
Leaving his room with his hand in his hair ruffling it a bit, he was startled as Gwen popped out of no where and grabbed his wrist pulling him out the door.
“Here’s your backpack!” Giving a smile as she passed the bag, Finney let out a soft chuckle putting it on. “Are you sure you got dressed today?” “Yes i’m sure Gwen.” Gwen gave him a strange look as she stated, “why do you look like a hobo then?”
Finney let out a whine, tugging on his backpack straps and he dragged himself to follow Gwen.
He was happy that Gwen finally stopped treating him like he was a glass object, where’s the smallest mistake could make him shatter.
As they approached the school, he was surprised to see no one staring him down trying to see if he would break. He kept his blank face on though, not trusting that they would give up on him that easily.
Finney felt all the air get knocked out of his lungs, blood turning ice cold freezing him from the inside out. Standing there was Robin Arellano. The same Robin Arellano he watched as the cops dragged his cold lifeless body out on a stretcher, a white body bag covering him from the world.