Hopeless Romantic - Eddie Munson

Last Night

That nights campaign, our last one before everything went to shit, was great. Erica beat Vecna and we all celebrated our victory. Eddie was so cute with his exclaims of surprise and excitement.

As we were walking out, I spotted Lucas in the midst of the basketball team and cheerleaders. They looked pretty excited. "Lucas!" My voice was probably muffled by the crowd but Lucas heard and slowed down so I could catch up.
"Hey kid, how did your game go?" I tilted my head slightly to look at him. He smiled at me before starting a very long rant about how he was finally sent onto the court and that he scored the final basket. I was so proud of him. We weren't extremely close but I still saw him as a good friend. The guys from the basketball team called for him to hurry up, we said goodbye and then I went off to find Eddie's van.

"We have to make a quick stop, I have someone to pick up."
I obviously didn't mind, like I said before, I trusted him with my life. "Wait is that who you're picking up?" My voice obviously filled with surprise as I squinted to make sure I was actually seeing Chrissy Cunningham waiting on the road.
"Yeah, be nice, she seems pretty on edge."
I opened my door as soon as the car came to a stop.
"Hey, you can sit in my seat" I smiled warmly at her before crawling into the back of the van. She climbed into the passenger seat and we started moving after she closed her door. There was faint music playing on the radio as we went down the road in a kind of awkward silence.
"Chrissy, right? You're on the cheer team?" I spoke, in an attempt to break the silence.
"Yeah, you're Alex, right? You were on the basketball team last year"
"Yeah"
"Why'd you stop playing? You were pretty good."
I kind of just froze for a second. How could I possibly tell this sweet girl that her boyfriend got me kicked off the team for "being a fairy"?
"Just wasn't for me, I guess"
We pulled up at Eddie's place and climbed out of the car.
"Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off" Eddie said, picking up some trash from the counter. I scoffed
"Yeah right. What he really means is 'I don't like to listen to Alex when he says to clean up some'" Chrissy let out a little breath and smiled at me.
"How long?"
"What?"
"The special k.... how long does it take to work?"
"depends if you snort it or not"
Eddie made a face as he realized he couldn't find his stash. I followed him to the back of the trailer into his room.
"shit man, you're gonna give her ketamine? What if she gets addicted" I didn't usually bother Eddie with his "sales", but this stuff could've seriously messed up her life.
"I'm just gonna let her try it out... found it"
I sighed and walked back out to the small living room.
"Chrissy?"
She was standing still, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I yelled for Eddie, who came rushing into the room to see what the problem was. We were both yelling for Chrissy, to wake up, or snap out of it. Eddie was the first one to try and shake her out of her trance, but shortly after, I was also grabbing at her, trying to get her to wake up. She was lifted off of the ground, her body just levitating.
"What the..." I stumbled back, grabbing onto Eddie's arm.

The next moments are just blurred from my memory, the next thing I remember is running out to the van, stumbling over my own feet, right behind Eddie. I know what happened that night, I know Chrissy died, and that it was brutal, I just can't describe it. We drove to a familiar place, Rick's (or known as Reefer Rick) house. The ride there was the most panic i've felt in my life. Me and Eddie freaking out, trying to reason with what just happened, trying to catch our breaths.

We fell asleep clung to each other's sides, scared that something would happen to one of us. We had no idea how to deal with this new trauma we'd experienced, or how to talk about it, so we just went out to the shed behind the house, tried our best to get comfortable, and fell asleep, our shaky breaths and sobs being the only sound other than the loud crickets from outside.