Window Pane → Finn Wolfhard

08

y/n's pov

i trust him.

i nod gently, and he sighs.

"are you positive? this is a life-or-death sitch, yeah? you can't just know this because you're curious."

"yes. i understand." i say, even though i'm still a little bit unsure if this is what i want.

"last chance, silence, to back out now while you can."

should i? should i back out now and live a life of ignorance and happiness, or find this out and live a life of knowledge?

"thing is," says finn, "living a life of ignorance isn't necessarily gonna make you happy."

it's like he read my mind...

"i'm ready. let's hear it," i say, taking a deep breath.

he looks surprised and even a little happy.

"alright." he says. "a long time ago, a few centuries at least, this town was a hide out. for people who were... different."

"like... learning difficulties different?"

he cracks a small smile. "i guess you could say that for some. but not all. i'll get to that in a second. these different people... well, they were hunted down. for... 'research'. that's what the hunters called it. the differents, or 'freaks' as they're known as, had to run for it. they built this small town, and tried to settle down. only it wasn't easy, because some were still found and caught."

this is starting to sound like some demented drama.

"so the freaks found a solution. it took them a while, mind, but they created... i don't know what to call them. fake freaks, maybe? i don't know. anyway, they were people but not... people. you don't follow, do you?"

i must've looked pretty lost, because he sighs and clearly starts searching his mind for a better way of describing it.

"they were like the disguise. like real people only... they aren't freaks and don't really see the world. they see the world enough to pass as real people."

"yeah, but why didn't -"

"why didn't they just get real people? because they might have gone weird. like the hunters, and killed all freaks. no point in a hide out, see?"

"but, like... why... wait." i say, staring over the balcony at the outline of the school.

those blank eyed students and teachers...

"that's right," agrees finn. "they're not real."

there it is again. it's like he's reading my mind.

all this information. i can't decide whether i believe finn or not. it's all crazy, it's all strange, it's all so surreal. but at the same time, it makes sense somehow. it's almost too much, and i grip the balcony so tight my knuckles go white. finn puts his arm around me, with a sigh.

"listen, silence. i know it's a lot to take in, believe me. if you don't wanna continue, i understand."

i try to process everything. so, hundreds of years ago there had been people who were ... different. and there had been people hunting the differents. so they'd come here and created fake humans to hide themselves.

so what does that...?

i turn to look into finn's dark eyes. he looks at me with a sort of encouragement. i can almost read his expression: come on, you're almost there, join the dots.

like he can read my mind...

oh no.

no way.

finn's one of them?

finn's a freak...

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