Trapped

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Will's POV
                          
Two had been gone for two weeks. 
                          
The demagorgon had swallowed both of us, even though she saved me, it had still had its chance to get inside me. 
                          
He likes it cold. 
                          
He likes me free, not trapped. 
                          
Like this. 
                          
I was trapped in this chair, and all I could think about, the only thought I could call my own, was Two. 
                          
"Let me go!" I hollered, thrashing in my chair. 
                          
Mike's POV
                          
I refused to believe Will was gone. 
                          
I had just spilled one of my happiest, most joyful memories of our friendship, and he looked as if he hadn't even registered it. Where was he?? Where was Two? She could've helped him. They'd only known each other for a couple months, but maybe, just maybe she could've helped Will, and all of us defeat the Upside Down...
                          
El was gone, off in her search for her mother. She said that her mother would be able to help us possibly, but I heard her screams at night, when my arms couldn't get to her to wrap around her in comfort. Or when she didn't stay over at mine, and Will would slip that she'd had a bad night, or indeed had woken up way too early before the sunrise, and left to clear her head, worrying the whole family. 
                          
But she always returned, and now, I wasn't sure she would. 
                          
Things were even stranger than last year, and without Eleven by my side, I could feel my hope waver. 
                          
Your POV
                          
I was trapped, again, in the Upside Down. 
                          
I had run from the Demagorgon as soon as I could, after Will had disappeared, and I had spent my time living in fear. I knew my life in the Byers house was too good to be true. 
                          
I guess, if anyone would survive this long in the Upside Down, it would be me. Though the monster was set to control Will, when it saw me, it seemed to have a sense of obedience, or at least sense not to go against me without a plan. 
                          
But my dominance as its creator would soon fall short, and my chances of survival would wane quickly. 
                          
But I had learnt from my previous time here, and now, I had managed to allude it for some time, unfortunately I hadn't had my watch or phone with me when I was taken, so I had no knowledge of the time or date. By my estimates, I had been down here for a couple of weeks, though it felt like  a month, I purposefully counted the days when the Upside Down seemed lighter, almost as if a sun had risen, if only for a few moments. 
                          
I had counted 15 days, but that wasn't taking into account the time when I had been knocked out, drained of power in order to save Will. 
                          
That was all that mattered, and now, I had to fight to get out of here and save myself. 
                          
I missed Will, and my other friends every spare moment. 
                          
Eleven was always the one that understood what it felt like to be confined to four white walls, all your daily actions dictated by men in white coats, or Papa. 
                          
When Will was sleeping over, or had gone to a school camp, or when the guys had school for long days of the week, Eleven was always there to keep me company. I remember the times when we would laugh and sing along to radio music as we cleaned up Jonathon's new house, or did girly things with Nancy, like styling each other's hair, though Eleven preferred hers' loose and flowy, since there wasn't much of it anyway. 
                          
 Mike, Dustin and Lucas were all my good friends, and even though I rarely saw them separately, each boy had unique qualities that I admired. 
                          
Mike, as awkward as he was, seemed to never run out of kindness, and his imagination was wild and exciting when he let it roam free. 
                          
Dustin never seemed to tire of my asking the simplest questions. Even if he didn't know the answer, he wouldn't just say "because... it just is", he would actually go to the library and research an answer that made me feel satisfied that I'd learnt just a little bit more that day. 
                          
Lucas gave the group sass and taught me how to fit in. He always gave a blunt side of things, but he was constantly watching my back. I'd only been bullied once by a couple of 'mouth breathers' as El called them, and after that Lucas had been watching out for me. 
                          
And Will... I missed him so much that sometimes I desperately wished he was down here with me. It wouldn't be half as bad with him by my side.  
                          
But I quickly shook the thought out of my head. I wouldn't wish this entrapment on anyone, not even Papa. 
                          
I stood up and decided to walk, even in the Upside Down I liked walking to clear my head and distract me. Twice I'd managed to see into the world above, and it was always where Will was. The first time was by accident, in fact I wasn't sure it was entirely real. I'd just woken up from a nightmare, trying not to scream to alert the monster, and I'd heard Will's voice in my head. He was lost it seemed, but not anywhere. It seemed strange but inside, he was crying out that he was lost in himself. I tried to help him, but as soon as I touched him, he vanished in a puff of smoke. 
                          
The second time, I saw mum sitting on the bathtub, as it drained she asked Will a question. He looked so pale, almost sickly. I wanted to hug him and ask what was wrong, but his voice resounded "He likes it cold", and I stopped in my tracks. That voice, it was Will's, but it wasn't him. I knew it couldn't have been him. No, that monster had invaded Will, even though I'd tried my hardest to stop it. It had wormed its way into both of us. 
                          
My feet took me to a mysterious destination, or no destination at all, I hadn't the faintest idea. That was when I saw it, the red-haired girl. She was where the monster had left her, decomposed like in the movies. I took an exasperated breathe, deciding to test my powers in order to save her. In the worst case, she would remain dead. 
                          
I felt like I knew Barb. Nancy had painted such a vivid picture that I regarded Barb as a long lost friend. 
                          
I knelt down, concentrating on Barb's chest. I had yet to bring a person back to life, but around here, I guess I had had plenty of time to practice. 
                          
My hands trembled slightly, where I had placed them on my thighs. I pictured a spark of lightning and almost pressed down with my mind. The feeling was difficult to describe, but I knew what it was instantly. A building up of energy that was transferred to the spark, and I sat there for the better part of a day, channelling that energy into Barb's corpse. 
                          
And suddenly, it happened. Barbara woke up.