Chapter one: Just a dream ( right?)

His tongue was sticking to his throat.

His body was sweaty, his hair messy. Same goes for his bed, it looked like Finney had fought against some beast. His blanket was nearly lying on the floor, while his pillow was lying next to his side and not under his head where it was supposed to be.

He swallowed a lump in his dry throat, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

It was a bad dream, he told himself. It couldn't have been anything else.

Robin wouldn't have let himself get caught by some fucker. Or at least, not with out killing the guy. Same, he told himself in an attempt to relax himself, could be said for Vance or Bruce. These guys were strong. He never had even met the two of them directly, but he had seen Bruce play. He was good, he wouldn’t have been killed or kidnapped. And Vance ‘pinball’ Hopper was the kid even some adults wouldn’t mess with.

Finney Blake sighed. Yeah. These three wouldn't have let themselves get kidnapped.

Billy was the paperboy, people knew him. It-it would have been dumb to kidnap someone who was known in nearly all of Denver. It’d be too much of a risk to just snatch him up while delivering papers.

But then there was Griffin.. Finney squeezed his exes shout, trying to stop the doubts growing in his stomach.
He knew, Griffin was some kid younger than him, someone who wasn’t really seen. But why the hell would someone kidnap a kid like Griffin?

In hindsight, trying to convince himself, that it was all a bad dream was stupid. Of course it was. The police would have found out, as soon as they’d see the black balloons. It was his stupid brain that pieced together tat dream. Maybe he had heard too much news, with all the fucking serial killers that were on the loose. Yeah. He just had made up a fucking nightmare with all the murderers.

Denver was a small town. It would make people go crazy if so many boys had really vent missing. He wouldn’t have had let Robin walk alone. It was just a nightmare.

Slowly, Finney clammed down. The Adrenalin in his veins stopped, his breathing got easier. His heart didn’t pound so fast anymore.
The only thing that still said ‘somethings is wrong’ were his tears. He hadn’t noticed, that he was crying. But well, after a nightmare, were your best friend was murdered by some guy who also had murdered others, after dreaming you were forced in a basement with nothing but a black phone and an old mattress, after being forced to kill a guy, it was normal to cry. Even for boys, right?

Finney ran his fingers through his hair and took deep breaths in and out.
That part of the dream. He almost had forgotten about it.
How could Finney have killed a guy, that Robin couldn't? So of course it was a fucking dream.

With a sigh, the boy collapsed back into his bed, his blanket and pillow still in the wrong places.
He wanted to sleep and couldn't at the same time.

What if he fell into that dream again? Back in that basement, back in that situation with those ghosts
He closed his eyes.

No.

It was just a dream.

But why was he feeling as if he was being watched?

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“Finney! Come on.” Gwen was already nearly ready to leave, while Finney on the other hand was still stuffing papers and other stuff into his bag.

He had overslept, or rather wasn’t able to get up. Something felt off, like a déjà vu. Like he already knew what was going to happen.
Maybe because of that stupid fucking dream.

How the fuck does this stuff happen? How does the brain come up with this?
He sighed.
As he woke up in the morning, he was confused. It was like half a year earlier than he last ‘remembered’.
It made him belch bitterly. But had he calmed down after the thought that it was all just a dream.

A nightmare, but a dream. Not real.

“‘m coming Gwen, just wait!” he called out, finally ready to leave.
His sister, Gwen, was different. She had dreams, or visions, as she sometimes referred to them. But Finney wasn’t like this.

He wasn’t special.
He felt his skin itching at the thought of that. That dream was really affecting him, wasn’t it?

“What’s wrong with you today? You look like shit.” Finney was greeted by his loving little sister, looking at him, like he hasn’t slept in two decades.

“I also wish you a good morning, little sister.” Gwen scoffed but couldn't hide her smile. But after a few seconds it vanished, her expression growing serious.

“But like, really. You look like you haven’t slept all night.” of course it was noticeable, the dark bags under his eyes were obvious. And Gwen knew him, she was his sister. The thought of telling his sister about that detailed dream that just wouldn't leave his head wasn’t one appreciated. She’d get worried, or she could even think, that he was the same as her. That he was special.

“Oh.. I just studied for something. I have a test coming up so.. I just got lost and went to bed a bit too late.” he lied. He didn’t want anyone to know about it. It was just a dream. A fucking weird dream, a nightmare.

Gwen looked at him for a moment then shrugged. Even though Finney knew for sure Gwen wouldn’t forget about it, he was just glad, that for the moment she let go of it.
Maybe when his mind finally understood, that it was nothing more than just a bad dream, he’d tell her about it. He just hoped, that she’d understand, that it was just a dream.
That Finney was not like her.

These thoughts made it seem, like Finney didn’t love Gwen. But that wasn’t the case. He loved her more than anything. She was headstrong and smart nine year old, smart but not too smart for her age. Maybe she threw some big words around, but she was amazing. She never let herself get down because of other people. Not the bullies, not their dad, when he was screaming at them, threatening them or hitting them. She was better with people than he was. She had more than one friend, often times she’d spent the night at a friends house while Finney stayed home.
The only thing he didn't envy her for were her dreams.

Finney was socially awkward. He couldn't stand up for himself. When threatened he would back down. He was beaten in school by his bullies. He was quiet, one who hated conflict.
Maybe that was his dream about. That he should just stand up for himself and not let himself get all walked over.
But how fucked up, how sick, did his brain needed to be to wrap that massage around this story.

“Finney, are you listening?” Finney flinched for a minute, the world around him becoming clear around him again. It was clear before, but it didn’t feel clear. Like he has watched all of this before. Like he was watching some series or film on TV.
He looked at Gwen, whom now seemed mildly annoyed at him, but he also saw the concern growing in her eyes. She knew something was up.

“You really alright? Are you getting sick?” Finney shook his head, sighing.
“No Gwen, as I said, I am just a bit tired. Are you going home after school?” Gwen looked at him and stayed quiet for a minute.
“Suzie asked me, if I’d like to come over for dinner. What ‘bout you?” Finney looked at her with a loving smile. As he said, Gwen is someone social. Someone who can make friends in a couple of minutes, while Finney had problems with this.

Robin was his friend. His only friend.
Its actually really funny, how Robin Arellano, the second toughest kid in school, was best friends with Finney Blake. The quiet kid. The weird kid.
But they were, and all of that because Finney was good at school and was tutoring Robin.

Robin. He still felt uncomfortable still thinking about that dream. Robin was though. Alive. And still it shook Finney to his core when ever the image popped up in his head. Robin so pale and covered in blood.
His own.

He bit on his lip. He had to let go of that dream.

“I think I have tutor Robin today, so.. Dad’s going to be alone for a while.” Gwen nodded, noticing how her brother again was quiet for a long time.
Yep Finney would have to explain a lot of stuff in the evening.

“I think that's alright. Did you forget that he is going out today?” she said, and Finney blinked. Again he felt like he had lived this moment before.

“Oh right.. guess I am still a bit tired.”

The both of them continued their way.
Finney also continued to ignore the burning feeling on his neck, as if someone was watching him. But it again was just a dream.

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