Eddie Munson x Reader

1- Not so perfect

Y/N
"I knew we shouldn't have taken mom's car! You know what she'll do if she finds out!" You panicked as your older brother drove over the speed limit to escape a party.

"Shut up Y/N! The more you panic, the faster I'll go." He was stupid and very scary. You often wondered how he was still alive.

"Jackson! Slow down! I don't want to die young or attend your funeral!" You screamed, trying not to cry.

"YOU CRY, I SPEED!" He yelled, pressing his foot down on the accelerator. He had too many drinks at the party. He clearly wasn't seeing things properly, as he couldn't see the truck driving straight toward you. Jackson had been swerving from side to side for 2 minutes now and you were sure neither of you two would make it out alive.

"JACKSON! TRUCK!" You screamed, removing his hands from the wheel before you gripped the wheel harder, trying your best to swerve the truck. You managed to swerve the truck and escape sudden death, but you unfortunately missed the giant tree that you hit, causing Jackson to go through the windshield.

Fighting to escape the burning car, you managed to break free, running around the front to see Jackson's face bloodied up and barely moving. His head was cut from all sides and his eyes were closed.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" You screamed as you radioed for the cops, unable to speak without crying. Dropping your walkie-talkie, you ran off, feeling the aches and pains that came from the giant gash on your leg. Holding your head in pain, you notice blood on your hands. You realised that you also had a decent sized gash on your head as well.

You sat up in a cold sweat, unable to stop breathing faster than you already were. Wiping off the sweat, you looked around, seeing that you were sitting in your bed, your nightlight still on.

Checking the time, you sighed. 6 am. You had woken up a whole hour before your alarm. Not needing to sleep any more, you made breakfast. You kissed the photo of your brother before heading back up to your room.

"Wig time." You smiled as you sat in front of your vanity. You grabbed your trusty wig cap, made out of some old tights. You tucked all of your hair up and pinned it down. Your wig cap had never failed to conceal your real hair. Grabbing the blonde wig, you placed it gently over your covered head, moving it until it looked normal enough for school.

Getting into some girlish clothes, you smiled at yourself, happy that you would once again fool everyone into believing that you were a natural blonde. Getting some very heavy make-up, you applied it to your leg and your face. You wanted to hide the massive scar that was left by the gash from a few years ago and you wanted to mask the gash on your head that spanned from your left cheek to the left side of your forehead.

Feeling happy, you went about the rest of your day. You waved goodbye to your parents, who were on the couch in the living-room, still hungover from drinking all night. You headed to school and blended in with the crowd. The more you blended, the happier you felt.

Hiding in the back of most of your classes, you sighed as you walked across the field, heading to the park bench that had been there for who knows how long. You honestly had no idea when that park bench was put there, but you liked it. It was secluded.

People rarely came out here. Scratch that. Most people rarely came out here. There were a few who were alone enough to come out here. Mostly drug dealers and others buying the shit. You, you never bought drugs. You had thought about it, many times, but you knew it would mess with your mind and your mind was messed up as it is.

You enjoyed it out here. The silence from no one. The trees swaying to the light breeze that would occasionally occur. The safety you felt knowing that you wouldn't be murdered, especially with the history and the horror behind Hawkins itself.

As you ate your lunch, you heard a noise, a noise that you really only heard whenever you visited your grandparents. A grandfather clock. The only weird thing was that it didn't sound like any normal clock. It sounded worse, like it was broken. Trying to find the source of the sound, you were scared. Looking back at the park bench, you saw two people. A man and a woman. Getting closer, you saw that it was Eddie "the freak" Munson and Chrissy Cunningham.

Waiting until they left, you grabbed your stuff and headed home, ignoring the last two classes of the day. You removed your wig, the pins and the wig cap, placing them gently onto your vanity as soon as you entered your room. Feeling better, you removed all of your clothes, wiped off your makeup and got changed, happy that another day was over.