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"Beep... beep … beep"
Maddeningly Mike slammed a tiny delicate hand over the ear not protected by his dark blue covers and pillow. Sadly at the age of eighteen being beckoned to the land of the living sucked ass.
Anyone who would have made it worth waking up was death.
- Will
- Nancy
- Jonathan
- Steve
- robin
- Eddie
- max
- Lucas
- Dustin
- Eleven
- Joyce
- hopper
- Billy
- bob
- erica
- Chrissy
- barb
Everyone was dead in 1989. The Upside down took each and everyone of them in six little years, yet Harkins didn't blink each death just something to gossip about to sullen , dirty and untruthful lies.
The town of Harkins will never, can never know about the children that died saving it. However Mike would never forget his best friends, His family. The bone deep love pushing him to stand up each day and planning, looking for a cure. Maybe that made him as bad as the villains they faced.
If Mike was one thing it was an overachiever.
Looking up to the burning red letters of the dreadful alarm clock a flash of cold drenched him to his spine. Spinning into a sitting position and really looking
The desk of draws , The bunkbed that traveled to holly's room five years prier. The carpets covered in toys.
Lastly though the nail in the coffin sitting innocently next to his alarm clock was a stark flip calendar.
NOVEMBER 6TH 1983
The Panic lined his throat was made of steel. throwing himself from the comfort of his bed Mike dogged the the plastic dangers with the energy of a sugar rushed twelve year old and the skills of a eighteen year old veteran monster hunter.
Barreling into the fringe railing, Before skipping every second step tumbling on the tiles below. Dizzily spinning until his eyes landed on Nancy. Dressed down and still hiding in her cloths, taming her bouncy blond curls.
" Mike Honey you need to get dress, your friends will be here any minute" Karen sniped from Hollys side.
Friends, … Will, God he was gonna see Will again.
The brave one , The party's glue, Mikes heart.
Lucas and his crazy ideas.
Dustin and his inventions
The broken sob that taw though his throat shocked everyone in the kitchen.
The pain hiding in the secrets of the tears lining his face was not lost.
kneeling down in front of him Karen swept Mike into her arms.
"Baby it's okay, did you have a bad dream " Gently she rocked him, although at twelve he was too big to be held. Karen couldn't stop the terrible feeling building in her chest that this would be the last time.
Afraid talking would have it all spilling from his lips Mike nodded. clutching the cream sweatshirt his mother loved .
The relief clutching his heart was suffocating. He didn't know how many chances he had to fix this but one thing was for certain.
Will byers was not going missing tonight, Over his dead body!