(DISCONTINUED) 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 - 𝙗𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙧 ✿

ch 2. 🌻 "ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʏᴇʀs."

     WILL'S POV:
📍Hawkins High boy's bathroom, Tuesday 19th July

I hear the unknown person leave the bathroom so I unlock the door and step out to continue clearing myself up, but something entirely different awaits me.

     MIKE'S POV:
📍Hawkins High boy's bathroom, Tuesday 19th July

"Huh?"

To my surprise, a boy that looks about my age with an EXTREMELY beat up face stands before me, intensely staring. He has a brown bowl cut and quite the dorky-looking outfit, his pants being held up high with a pretty tight belt. The boy is hunched over as if he has bad posture, and the more you look, the more injuries you can see on his body. On one of his arms has cuts that are shaped into the phrase "FAG-FAIRY" and his legs are heavily bruised.

"What the fuck man?!" I spit out, yet he simply just turns around solemnly runs his hands under some water. I walk over to the mysterious boy and ask,

"What happened to you?"

"I fell over on my way to my last class."

"Ah yes, it is extremely common to get bog water in your backpack and have a slur carved into your arm when you trip in the corridors." I say sarcastically.

"..." Silence, apart from the tap running.

"Who did this to y-"

"None of your business. Leave me alone."

"Look, I'm just trying not to be an asshole!"

Silence again. I start searching my pocket to find something, then reaching for his wrist.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" he snaps.

"Do you want these cleaned up or not?"

"I'm not a baby! I can do this myself." The boy says aggressively. I sighed, snatched his wrist and started dabbing his forearms, pulling him a bit closer. After a bit of awkward tension, I ask,

"What's your name, boy?" but silence still stood it's ground. I brush off his complete ignorance and move up to his face, as there's no more I can do for the numerous wounds all over his arms. He suddenly takes a step back.

"Huh?"

"I can.. uh.. do that myself, it's fine." I shrug it off and step back, wandering around the bathroom as he fixes up his face. I come across the sketch book from earlier and squat down to look at it.

"What's this?" I say, flipping through the pages until I find a pretty remarkable drawing. He sharply turns around from staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh no don't look at tha-"

"WOAH! This is awesome! Is this supposed to be you?" I say, pointing to a drawing of a guy who looks a lot like him, in a cloak and holding a staff. Annoyed by his unresponsive rudeness, I try to build up the conversation.

"How come you have a magic stick? Do you wanna be a wizard when you grow up or something?"

"It's just a random drawing.." He stares down at the sink, as he's stopped poking and prodding at his face.

"..."

"So.. are you gonna explain what was on your arm?"

"Huh?" This guy was hopeless.

"I told you earlier! Are you high?" He brings two thin, fragile-looking fingers up to his eyes and says,

"Swollen, bad eyesight."

"Well you still need to explain why it said what it said."

The boy starts to wash his hands for no particular reason.

"It's still all kind of blurred together."

"I'm all ears." I say, taking a seat on the musty floor.

"Well, I was on my way to the cafeteria, when someone grabbed me and pushed me into the bathroom and then I started getting beat up and kicked and stuff, I can't remember much, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise! It's 100% not your fault. Who did this?"

WILL'S POV:
📍Hawkins High boy's bathroom, Tuesday 19th July

"No need to apologise! It's 100% not your fault. Who did this?"

I know damn well who did this to me, but I can't drag him in. He shouldn't be apart of my problems. We've only met each other for like.. 10 minutes or so?

"I can't remember."

He looks at me unconvinced.

"Who did this to you?"

I don't speak. I don't want to. He's nosy. Nosy freak. He's too curious.

"I can't remember."

An annoyed grumble comes from him as I go over to pick up my sketchbook. A grip tightens on my wrist and he pulls me down to the ground.

"AHH! What the fuck?!"

"Calm down. Speak truthfully."

"What do you mean?"

He facepalms and takes a deep breath.

"I wasn't born yesterday man, cmon."

"I said that I can't remember, nothing more nothing less."

He squeezes my wrist. I wince.

"Ow.. Jesus, ok calm down. It was Troy. Troy and his buddies. Leave me alone for fucks sake!"

He slowly cracks a small smile. What the hell?!

"He's a little twig, you could literally SNAP him in two! What are you, a girl? I mean.."

I stare at him in disbelief. Did this guy just mock me? I could never stand up to Troy, but I'm not dealing with a total stranger when I could be peacefully riding my bike home. I stand up, grab my sketchbook, and start walking towards the door.

"Where do you think you're-"

"Home. I don't wanna get locked up in here overnight."

He starts to run after me. I won't turn back. I don't turn back, apart from saying a few words to him before I leave.

"Will Byers."

"What do you mean?"

"My name is Will Byers."

FIN

A/N
OMFG THAT WAS A LOT OF TALKING JESUS i am pooped i made this on the same night i published the first chalter i need sleep ALSO MY DAD FOUND OUT I SHIP BYLER LMAO 😭😭 #FAMILYGOALS

THIS ONE'S A BIT SHORT IM SORRY 😕😕