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Finney had to admit, he had been holding up okay even in this dingy ass basement.. tho over time it took a bigger toll on his mental health then he really wanted it to.
He missed Gwen.. fuck of course he did. He missed being with her, he also missed looking at Donna, admiring her straight black silky hair, and her shirts that were always ironed and nice, and how her hair was always in a cute style..
But sometimes those thoughts drifted off to less appealing ones.. instead of pretty dark hair he's met with sandy brown greyish hair. Large calloused hands, and a gruff voice.
But.. a part of him, the stupidest damn part of him. Had convinced himself, maybe this isn't all bad. Yeah the situation was fucking terrible, but finney honestly could try to atleast handle it. Its better then being beaten at home.. even tho he's beaten here, the grabber doesn't do it without a reason. Maybe that's why he didn't mind it as much.. as if it was his father.. his own blood.. it would make him feel like a whole lot worse.
Finney sighed as his shoes scuffed onto the mattress, he hesitated for a moment, as he thought.. if it was sharp enough to cut the grabber, it was surely sharp enough to cut him..
Finney took a small breathe, preparing himself for what he was going to do.
Finney dragged the sharp part of the rocketship light across his wrist, watching the beads of crimson red pour out onto his wrist. He hissed at the pain, but felt a sudden feeling of relief, and euphoria. The pain was a sudden rush, something he'd never felt before.
So he kept going. Cut after cut, he looked down at his wrist, seeing it looking marred almost. He tried to wipe it with his sleeve, but it just ended up staining it.
Finney yawned as his eyes felt heavy, he put the light back into his pocket, and laid down on the dirty stained mattress, he closed his eyes and finally fell asleep after a few moments of silence.
Time had past, finney didn't know how much tho. He was awoken by the loud sound of the metal door creaking open, finney jolted up and pulled down his shirts sleeve a bit, attempting to hide the marks from the grabber. He didnt know how he would react, would he be mad? Upset? God who knows. Finney didn't wanna find out either..
"Hey finney, Sorry I took so long to bring this down to you, I got a bit busy anyways, here ya go" Albert said, As he had been wearing the smiling mask this time around. And his sweater, he placed down the tray with the soda, and eggs on it, watching as the teenager eagerly started to shove the eggs into his mouth wolfing them down. Such behavior wasn't surprising, as he had forgotten to feed the teenager.
As Albert watched finney, he noticed something.. was that a stain? It seemed a bit too dark to be from dirt, knowingly he's not stupid. He knows what a blood stain looks like. He then trailed his eyes more to the teens wrist, seeing a few angry red slits up the boys arm.
Albert had decided to wait until the teenager had finished eating to ask him about it, which wasn't too long as the boy practically inhaled the food.
"Finney.. I'm gonna ask you something and I want you to be truthful with me okay kiddo?" Albert said, his voice muffled, but serious.
Finney felt his stomach drop, he tensed up and felt immediate dread. he was fucked. Literally fucked. There was no way to get out of this, he knows.
"Okay.." Finney mumbled, as he avoided eye contact, messing with the hem of his shirt.
Albert sighed before he ask, crouching down to the teenagers level.
"Kiddo.. have you been hurting yourself?" Albert asked, his voice softer then he meant it to be. He knew he didn't completely care about the younger man, but he sure as hell couldn't have him down here hurting himself.
"I-.. uhm.." Finney began, but he stammered, what was he supposed to even say? How was he even supposed to explain why he did it when he didn't even know why himself?, the guilt hit him like a train, he went silent.
They were still pretty fresh.. atleast that's what the grabber thought.
"Jesus honey.. why?" Albert sighed, as he watched as tears streamed down the teenagers face, hearing him sniffle, and watch as he avoided eye contact. He didn't get a answer, his thumb brushed against the cuts, it wasn't rough as he didn't want to further hurt the boy. Atleast.. in this way..
"I'll go get something to clean these and bandage em up, can't have them getting infected.." Albert sighed as he got up and headed towards the door, opening it up again, then closing and locking it behind him.
Albert had went to the bathroom, going under the sink and getting the first aid kit, and then the bottle of rubbing alcohol to clean the cuts. As he gathered everything he began to go back down to the basement.
Albert sighed going over to the boy and setting the supplies down onto the basement floor.
"Give me your wrist finney." Albert asked, as the boy reluctantly agreed, he knew the teenager was probably having a full flood of emotions right now. One thing he noticed is that sometimes the teen would just shut down completely.
Albert sighed as he opened the first aid kit and got out a cotton ball, and soaked it with the rubbing alcohol.
"This will sting a bit, but I know you can take it, you've felt worse." Albert said, as he gently dragged it across the cuts, cleaning them as finney hissed at the feeling.
"Atta boy.." Albert sighed as he finished cleaning them, Patting up the extra alcohol left over with a dry cotton ball, he then got out a pack of gauze and began to wrap it around the teenagers wrist, hearing the soft hics from the teenagers sobs. He felt a bit guilty, he didn't know why. He never felt bad for any of the other naughty boys. But finney wasn't a naughty boy. He was special. He was alberts good boy. Well up until now.
He couldn't blame the teenager tho, he was also no stranger to self harm. He just didn't expect it from his boy. He knew he'd have to find out what he used to cut harm himself.
"Shh kiddo.. you're gonna be alright." Albert sighed as he finished bandaging the teens wrist, tying it off. He wiped the teens tears with his thumb, seemingly trying to comfort the teen. But it only made finney flinch away from him.
God it was gonna be a long night.