It's All My Fault

The Collapsing of Will Byers

It's all my fault the upside down is bleeding into the real world. If I never went missing, we wouldn't even know about it. Eleven wouldn't have been friends with us, or known us because Mike wouldn't have been looking for me in the woods. Max wouldn't be hurt.
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Will was brought back inside the room by Mike, who just thought Will needed to step out for a second.

Still, Will decided to stay silent. They didn't care before, they probably wouldn't now.

"Will, Bud uh....you have another uh...." Jonathan says, motioning to his nose. Will felt the blood now drip, catching it in his hand. "Will you had a bloody nose earlier. And you heard a clock in the song." He says, giving Will a tissue. "That's because the drums sounded like a clock, Jonathan. I don't know why I got one earlier, but outside I ran into a wall and bumped my nose. It's nothing like that." Will says, holding the tissue to his nose.
"Will, what's your favorite song?" Dustin asks, walking over.
"Should I stay or should I go?" Will says, as if it was basic knowledge.

That wasn't his favorite song.
In all honesty, he didn't want to be saved. He was tired. It started with him, it should end with him. Maybe...it wouldn't be so bad. He watches as everybody looks away from him and back at Max, who looked like hell. He squints his eyes, another migraine flooding in. He reached into his bag, pulling out the pill container again. His hands as he tried to shake some out into his hand. He took two, swallowing them dry. God these migraines...we're not migraines. But he didn't know that. His migraine got worse, him blinking slowly. A cold chill went up his spine and to his neck again, goosebumps covering his body as the dropping feeling inside his body grew.

He then opens his eyes again. There was a...heaviness of death in the air. He heard quick beeping from Max's machine, signaling that her heart was giving out. It grew faster, faster, then it flatlined. His heart dropped.

What the hell, when had that happened!? Why was nobody coming to help!?

Will instantly screamed for help, going to open the door. But it was locked. He banged on the door, yelling for help and sobbing, gasping for air. He then turned around, hoping his friends would be doing something to help. But instead he just saw bloody bodies on the ground. All of them. Dead.

Will backed himself against the wall, hand covering his mouth as tears flooded down his cheeks. They couldn't be dead. "No!" He screams, covering his eyes. "Stop it!"

"Will." A voice says.

"Wake up!" He yells, walking over to the bodies. He sobbed, their bodies just laying their in pools of blood. He looked behind him, his footprints now bloody from stepping in the puddles.
"Will." The voice said again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Will sobbed, but their bodies slowly turned to dust. "It's my fault I'm sorry!"
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"Will!" A voice yelled, and Wills eyes snapped open with a loud inhale, hands shaking. His eyes instantly looked around the room. Everybody was here....and alive. Even Max was still in the same state she had been. What the hell...

"Will? You with me bud?" Jonathan says, brushing Wills hair back. "You scared us for a minute." His brother speaks again. Will was looking at him...upside down? It was now that Will realized he was laying on the ground, head in Jonathan's lap. Mike kneeled next to him. Dustin was fanning Will with some papers, clearly worried.

"You collapsed, Will. We just heard a thud, and you were on the ground." Mike says, dabbing a cold wet cloth all over Wills face. "You okay?..."

"Yeah. Just...I think I'm dehydrated..." Will says, voice coarse from screaming.

Just dehydrated...