~drugstore perfume / gerard way~
"she waits at windows. her dreams don't show in color and she sleeps for now. she just waits around wishing she could leave."
y/n pov
splash!
great. i've stepped in a big puddle of what could quite possibly be shit. i look down at my now soaking wet converse shoe. i groan and roll my eyes, looking back at the puddle wondering how the hell i didn't see the brown, garbage-filled muck. as i turn around i bump into a tall figure.
"what the hell?" i mumble and look around me to see who i had collided with. someone is sitting on the ground, rubbing their hands over their knees. i walk over and hold my hand out.
"sorry 'bout that." he says as he grabs my hand with a firm grip.
"it's fine." i say in a quiet mumble, slightly annoyed and on edge. today is a big day and i don't want people to suspect anything. i look up to see who it was that's still got a hold of my hand and am met with brown eyes. his almost black, dark brown hair is a mess, strands of curls falling over his deep eyes, his high cheekbones lift as he smiles slightly and his freckles sprawled acrossed his face like paint splatter.
"hello?" he says, taking his hand away from mine.
"uh, sorry. about bumping into you." i snap out of whatever trance i was in and apologize. i look around like a paranoid freak, looking in crevices where there could be tiny cameras recording everything i do, people passing us in the streets, anywhere that could be looking back.
"yeah, it's o-okay...are you?" he asks, tilting his head slightly making his hair shift to the left.
"i'm fine." i say and look at the unknown boy. he nods and puts his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
"so, you go to blackfall high?" he says.
"yeah." i began walking and he walks beside me, keeping his head down.
"i've never seen you around." he says awkwardly, trying to make conversation. to make it even more awkward, my shoe squishes against the cracked pavement like a sponge.
"lets keep it that way." i say as i look down at my shoe and internally groan at the discomfort. he nods and looks at my foot, watching the water seep through the fabric with every step.
"what's the deal with that?" he questions with a slight chuckle, pointing at my foot.
"oh, i stepped in a puddle." i smile and continue walking towards a day full of dread. my school. hate it, always have.
"see you around..." he says waiting for me to give my name. i quickly think of a name, not wanting anyone to know more than they should. normally, someone would say their name without thinking, but in today's world even a name can get you in big trouble.
"taylor (pick a different one if that's your actual name xD), and sure." i tell him and he smiles. we separate and he goes over to two other people. a girl and boy. one with curly light brown hair and the other with deep, cherry colored hair. i sigh and walk towards the back of the school, trying to avoid the prying eyes of strict teachers that would paddle you with a ruler if they had the chance and stuck up, pruddy dicks most people would call students.
i walk around the dimly lit halls that smell like cat piss-
nope. that's weed...definitely weed. i pass the bathroom and hear loud laughing. i smile to myself and shake my head. at least they're getting high for a good reason and not mentally living in this world.
dying on the inside because of radiation and pollution and lack of nutrition is one thing. but dying because they brainwash you and spy on you and make you become a crazy, paranoid freak is a whole other reason and i would do anything to escape these walls and find that paradise my grandparents used to talk about. the one behind the highest wall that surrounds half the continent.
a paradise.
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~710 words~
~i hope you enjoyed this first chapter! love you guys<3~
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♡beautiful oblivion♡ (finn wolfhard x reader)
Фанфикшн| @-deadbeat-lowlife- | |n.| the state of being forgotten, especially by the public. mature content! swearing, fluff, all rights reserved [lowercase intended]
