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Trigger warring! Suicidal thoughts and self harm!
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El was running around the house, packing her bags. The rest of the party was sitting on the couch. Ariana was in Robin's lap. The phone started to ring.
The brunette ran to it, picking it up. "Max?"
"El, honey, its Karen."
"Oh, hi. Nows not a re-"
"Max dropped off the kids and left. I'm worried, what's going on?"
"She's in Hawkins?"
"Yes!"
"We're on our way."
***
The group ran inside the Wheeler house. Ted sighed, closing the door. "What the fuck is going on?!" He yelled at them. Mike sighed and looked at his parents. "You might need to sit down for this."
Karen and Ted sat on the couch the whole time the party talked. They were both shocked by what they heard. The kids were with Steve and Robin in the basement. A small blonde came running down the stairs. Karen sobbed as she picked her up, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.
"Karen, we need to move out of this town."
"I can't believe you kids didn't tell us. Oh god, Barb and Billy! Nancy I-"
"Mom, this isn't important right now! We have to get her back."
Karen went to answer when the doorbell rang. Mike got up and walked to the door. He opened it seeing Adele and a stranger man. The man was smiling. "Good morning, sorry to bother, but this little angel was walking around the park alone. I asked her where her-"
A loud gunshot was heard. Mike opened his eyes to see the man on the floor. He picked Adele up, taking her inside, passing Ted who was holding a gun.
"Ted! Where-"
"El, where's this goddamn lab."
***
The party were on their way to Hawkins lab. Hopper and Joyce were already there. Karen had stayed home to take care of the kids. They were trying to form a plan.
"I doubt any of you can fit through here?" Hop asked, pointing to the pipe El knew well. Everyone shook their heads, sighing. "We need to come up with a plan."
***
Max laid on the cold floor. Her knees were pulled up to her chest. She pulled her tore up clothes, trying to get warmth. Tears shined on her cheeks.
Her whole body throbbed. At some point she had thought that this was it, this was the end. She knew she deserved it. It was all her fault. She hurt every she loves and this is her karma. She deserved the agonizing death, the things they did to her.
Max sat up tiredly. She looked around the room? Seeing a piece of broken glass. She crawled to it, falling once she got there. It had only been four days, but she felt as if she were there for three years. Max placed the glass on her wrist, dragging it across. She hissed at the familiar feeling. The girl whimpered as she moved onto her stomach, then legs.
She collapsed on the floor, crying. "What's the point anymore," she cried to no one. "I don't deserve to be here. No one wants me. 'M just a waste of space." She laid her head back on the floor, eyes rolling up. She felt a deep sleep taking over her figure. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'this is it.'
