mourning. | stranger things.

acceptance.

closure.

october 31st , 3:37 pm.
mike rushed down the stairs after max, jane following close behind him. but max was long out of the door by this time. will came up behind them,

"oh, there you guys are." will said, giving jane a smile.

"did you see where max went?" mike said in a rush.

"last i knew she was looking for you." will said.

"she took off, i tried to get her to stay to sober up but she never listens to me." lucas said, making mike turn to look at him.

mike sighed, turning his body to the door, opening it. and just as he did, he stood in shock as a gray car slammed into the side of the the dazed ginger. her body looked like a rag doll, bending and snapping in ways he never imagined he could witness. he felt as if he was in slow motion.

"max! max!" he screamed as loud as possible. the car swerved, flipping over and rolling in circles. the crash was so loud, everyone at the party froze.

lucas was running behind mike, trying to catch up to him, trying to reach her.

"dustin! call 911!" lucas yelled behind him. and he did, immediately picking up his phone as he rushed over with will and jane.

both of max's legs appeared to be broken, maybe even her neck. her eyes were glossy, and dark, almost black blood came from her mouth, and head. streamed down her face.

mike brushed her blood covered hair out of her eyes.

"hey, hey, stay awake, okay? can you hear me? max?!" lucas said, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

people began to crowd around her, in concern. will yelled at them to back up, as they started to bombard the rest of them with questions.
'what happened?!' 'oh my god, is she okay?'

dustin began giving the location of the household over the phone, them telling him they'd be there in just a few minutes and hanging up the phone.

most of the crowd got the hint that police would be showing up soon, not only was the ginger on her last dying breath, but there was also a flipped car on the other side of the street. lots of them began leaving, as intoxicated teenagers do in fear of getting caught.

lucas rushed over to the car, opening it to see a passed out stranger at the wheel hanging upside down. he began yelling him, asking if he was conscious.

there was no answer, but he had a pulse. lucas began trying to rip the seat belt, wanting to get him out of the car as quick as possible.

mike kneeled against the pavement, staying close to max. he held her hand as she went completely unresponsive. and her pulse slowed to the point of stopping. he didn't even notice the blood leaving her body, covering his knees as he kneeled in it. jane stood behind him, her eyes watering as well.

she wasn't sure what she could do at this point, lucas pulled the body of the man out of the car, putting him onto his back.

just then the police got there, ambulance sirens louder than music that had somehow stopped inside the house.

professions began asking everyone to step back so they could do their job. they tended to both max, and the stranger, doing all they could.

mike watched as they began cpr on maxine's lifeless body. but nothing. it was too late.

mike couldn't hide from the tears streaming down his face. he stood in horror watching the lifeless body being zipped up into a black body bag, and being carried off onto a stretcher.
traumatized was an understatement.