𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 | 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

☆ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3

BY THE TIME THEY arrived to the house Rick lives in, it got dark. The streetlights were on in town but since the woods didn't have any lights, they were left with Steve's car lights as a guide. As they got out of the car and Steve killed off the engine, locking the car, Sam kept quietly hoping that they were right and that Eddie didn't actually kill Chrissy. Of course she didn't like to be correct about the mind flyer or some Upside Down shit being back, but she also didn't want Eddie to be a murderer.

He was one of the nicest people she has met and when she felt alone in school, he was there with his weird ass shit to brighten it up.

When I said that they weren't close at all, I meant it and when I said they have only been in each other's company for a bit, I also meant it. But during the time they spent together, was enough for Sam to figure out a bit of Eddie that was hidden away from the rest.

It was Wednesday and Sam was once again locking herself inside a music room for lunch break. It had been four months since they fought The Mind Flyer out of Will's body and four months since Eleven closed the gate. Four months and Sam was still stuck in the past with the fear grasping onto her like a lifeline. The horrors of what happened when Will disappeared and when they fought those nasty demodogs and even when they went down the lift for Eleven to close the gate, all of them were hunting her like a pray.

Sam couldn't forget how the fear shook her at every noise and jump the demodogs made when she and her father fought them with Eleven levitating off of the ground while trying to close the gate with her powers.

Not only that, but she had this huge fear that one of them was going to die, any of the people she loved. She kept thinking back to Sara and how Sam watched the monitor's line go into a straight line as doctors yelled and tried to bring her sister back. She couldn't forget how her father and mother cried, how they clung to themselves as Sam fell to her knees with painful sobs. It all returned to her when she was fighting for her life back with the Demogorgon and Demodogs both.

She wondered if that's how Sara felt. She wondered if Sara was struggling, if she was in pain when she was dying.

Sam had always wondered that, always wondered how was Sara doing when her family was screaming her name, when Sam was crying on the ground. She wondered if Sara was silently crying as well or if she just accepted her death and pain.

Part of Sam died that day.

And ever since then, Sam has that empty space in her heart. A hole.

The door of the music room suddenly slammed open and Sam yelped.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare ya, just didn't know anyone was here." A male's voice echoed and the door closed behind him. "I mean mostly Mrs. Thomson is here to laugh at the grades we get and shit. Oh and sometimes that weird couple that used to make out a lot until Mrs. Thomson banned them from music class and the room both."

Sam stared at him for a second before standing up in a hurry and beginning to pack her food in the container even though she didn't even touch it. The boy near the door froze there and watched as Sam struggled to close the lid of the container before the food spilled out and she cursed. Her hands were shaky and her sight a bit blurry from the tears she didn't have time to brush away or even wonder when had she started to cry.

"Woah there! Let me help-" Sam flinched when the boy took few steps closer. The boy froze and raised his hands. "Okay, okay, got it."

Sam sighed and looked down, beginning to pack her food container once again. When she spilled it out again, she groaned in frustration and rushed to take the broom from the corner to clean it up since holy shit, she wasn't going to pack that godddman meal again.