the freak (eddie munson)

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Eddie Munson

What am I doing? Like, why am I the way I am. I clean her up, then I proceed to leave her to drink water?

I want to hit myself in the head with a brick.
I honestly would not be at all surprised if she didn't want to do anything with me ever again.

I hope she doesn't think I'm weird now, because I loved every minute and every second that passed by when she was here. I love the way she's not afraid to be dominant. It's weird, but most women I've been with always are extremely submissive.

And that isn't a bad thing, but I love the way she looked down on me so powerfully, her confidence. She's a literal goddess and I'd do anything for her, I'd bruise my knees for her if that's what it came down to.

But that's not the point, that was a one time thing. A one time thing that I'm probably going to remember for the rest of my life because I just had Rose Wheeler on top of me, I had Rose Wheeler kissing me, I had Rose Wheeler moaning for me.
In that moment Rose Wheeler was mine.

I've been thinking non-stop about her all day since this morning. And now it's already almost nightfall and I've sat here doing nothing but occupying my mind with her invading it.

A black car pulls into the driveway, I quickly duck down to the floor, slowly creeping up towards the window.
Jason.
Of fucking course.

I quickly run to the back door making my way back to the shed. As much as I'd love to beat the absolute shit out of these guys until they're bleeding from their shit-talking mouths. I have to be smart about this.

Once I'm inside I peak outside the small window that I have, watching as they go inside the house.

They're all in black suits, it must have been Chrissy's funeral.
From some reason my heart aches at the thought of her. Though I've only talked to her a bare minimum of times, I really liked her.

She was kind, and she was just scared. And I wish I could have saved her, or even helped her. I wish I could've seen that she needed help, maybe then if I wasn't so blind I would have been able to save her.

"Do you ever maybe... feel like you're loosing your mind?" She questions, her voice uneasy. She's looking down at the ground.

Chrissy Cunningham isn't the perfect little cheerleader, she isn't just the queen of Hawkins High. She's a normal person, she's loosing her mind like the rest of us.
How fascinating.

I shrug my shoulders, "You know... just on a daily basis." I smile. I try to lighten the mood, I try to make her feel less alone.
If only she knew how lost my mind was right now.

She doesn't say anything, instead she seems more lost in thought than before.

"You know, we've might've met a few times before. This isn't the first time we, hung out. I don't know if you remember me though." I continue to talk, to take her mind away from whatever she was thinking.

She slowly looks up to me and shakes her head, "I'm sorry- I don't remember..." she trails off.

"It's okay." I reassure.

I fake stab myself in the heart, falling to the ground growing buried with the leaves below me.

She gasps. I quickly stumble up and shake my hair free of all the leaves.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't remember me either Chrissy."

She laughs as she watches me brush the leaves out of my hair, the light growing back inside her eyes.

"Do I have stuff in my hair?" I question.