You're lost //yandere Will story//

Part 11: You're gone forever, aren't you?

(WARNING: lots of hate speech and blood)

As the sun began to set on the trees, casting shadows through the forest, Will and I laid down on the grass, our eyes facing up at the sky, faded with hues of orange and blue.

I looked over at him, the sunlight highlighting his features. He stared up, staying silent. We've been laying here for about 30 minutes now. What was he thinking about..?

I wasn't bored. Being in his company without saying a word wasn't awkward, but comforting in a way.

I heard him mutter something under his breath.

"Huh?" I turned my head over to face him. The grass grazed my cheek.

".. nothing.. I was just saying how pretty.. the sunset is.."

".. you know, I'd never really payed any attention to the sunsets. I'd usually be in my room writing or playing video games, or calling Eleven or something. Watching the sky transition from day to night is new to me. But... it's nice."

Tears suddenly streamed down his face. He made no sound, he just let himself cry. The sun shined on his tears, sparkling his face. I didn't say a thing. I just moved my arm over near his and held his hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I'm so sorry Mike.... I did something really bad... I'm so so sorry..."

"It's ok.. shhhh it's ok.. you're ok."

What did he do? I don't fuckin know. All I knew is that he felt bad so I had to make him feel better. That's what bros do.

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"Bye, Will. Tell your mom you came home with me today, ok?"

"Ok."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He turned around like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and opened the door to his house.

As I walked him home I felt as if I hadn't done enough. Like I'd bored him or something. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted us to be close again, because I know that's what he wants. I just don't think I'm doing a great job at giving it to him.

I headed home with the intent of just sleeping. Literally I just wanted to pass out. I was exhausted.

My dad wasn't home, but the tv was still on.

Usually I'd write before going to bed, but I was too tired today. I might just watch tv until I pass out on the couch.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed some tortilla chips and sat down on the couch, tuning in to what was on tonight.

It was a news update on a kidnapping. Seems like something that'd happen around here, I'm not surprised. But when it said what street the kidnapping took place, I felt my heart drop.

Max's street. (AN: Max and Eleven live together just in case y'all were wondering)

Without thinking, I bursted out the door, not even stopping to get my bike. I ran all the way to her house, hoping I wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.

The only sounds I heard were my high top converse stomping against the sidewalk and the thousands of horrid thoughts swirling around in my mind like a tornado. Is she gone? Who took her? Did she die? Where was she taken? I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe.

I pounded on her front door. "Max!!! Max, are you in there???"

Silence. Dead silence.

I started to whimper in fear, wanting to cry.