mysteries & secrets | mileven

fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN;
• HOSPITAL VISIT •

september 12th
6:43pm

"d-dad?" el whispers into the phone.

"kid, i'm almost home, what is it?" hopper asks her.

"p-panic a-attack. i can't b-breathe." she stutters, gasping for air.

"el, i need you to take a deep breath for me. in and out, remember?" he reminds her, stepping on the gas even more, "i'm almost home."

"i-it's not working. d-dad, i'm d-dying." she gasps loudly and coughs.

"el, you're not." he reassures her.

"i-i can't do this, d-dad, i can't do this." she sobs loudly whilst gasping for air.

"no, el, you can do this." he shakes his head.

"d-dad." she bawls, "i c-cant do this anymore." she hiccups, "i-i can't b-b-breathe."

"el, you can." he nods.

"d-dad..." she whispers, "h-help me." she hangs up.

"no! el!? oh my-" he steps on the gas even harder.

he cannot let what happened 2 years ago happen again.

"el? open the door. you've been in the bathroom for a while now." hopper knocks on the door.

"el? you in there?" he continues, "i don't want to unlock the door myself."

he sighs at the no response and walks to his room the grab the key. walking back, he unlocks the door slowly but he wasn't prepared on what he would meet eyes with.

"jesus, el." he kneels down to the ground.

there she was, bleeding out by the wrist, unconscious with a cutter in her hands.

"fuck, el! wake up! why did you do that!?" he picks her up and carries her.

just the memories itself haunts him. she blamed him for so long after that. saying how he should have left her to die in there.

she was clearly hurting. she is permanently scarred. people kept hurting her and breaking her more and more and she couldn't take it.

she knows it's harder for her these few days as they were in the second week of september already but she can't make the same dumb decision again right?

right....?

it took about 12 minutes for him to finally get home and once he did, he quickly rushed inside, throwing the food on the table and rushing to her room to find her.

"el?" he slams her bedroom door open but she wasn't in there.

"fuck." he mutters, walking to the bathroom, "el, you in there, kid?"

it was the same no response and that was bad.

he attempts to turn the doorknob, hoping it was unlocked unlike the last time and thankfully it was.