•♡Should I stay or should I go?♡• Byler

Twelve

      Charmolypi and anaxiphilia. Will loved those words. To be honest, he liked the meaning behind them.

       Anaxiphilia:

   The act of falling in love with the wrong person.

       Charmolypi:

    A mixed feeling of sadness and joy.

    They spoke to him. Even though he was more of an artsy kid, he sometimes liked to read. And write with meaningful words. Like those.

     Jonathan, Mike, Nancy and him were outside. They were contemplating a portal to the Upside Down, which had appeared in the place where one of the Byers' neighbors had died earlier that week.

    It was weird. First the lady's husband had died, and now her. 

    They entered the house, trespassing the property. Oh, if mom catches us we are so dead.

    As everyone examined the portal closely, Will was focused on Mike. They still felt awkward after the incident earlier. But Will saw how happy Mike tended to seem when he was with him, he had thought that maybe-

   "We can go in." Jonathan suggested. Everyone looked at him, questioning. "We could find El. Anyways, Hopper seems busy, so why not?"

      Will looked nervously at Nancy and Mike, who gave each other a nod. Nancy had a gun while Mike had a... broomstick.

     He couldn't go back. No, no no. Will backed up, getting flashbacks from his horrendous experience in the Upside down. Yet no one seemed to notice his feelings at the moment.

  Nancy, Mike and Jonathan entered, leaving Will out there on his own. Maybe they thought he was right behind them.

   Or maybe they don't care. Maybe they left him there on purpose.

   Jonathan wouldn't do that. Whatever it was, Will would not go in, he couldn't. He feared that if he went back, he would-

   "Are you coming?" It was Jonathan, his head peeking through the portal at the ground.

   He couldn't say no. He didn't want to seem like a coward. Especially with Mike here.

  "Y-Yes!" Will stuttered, panicking. Yet no one noticed.

    They never did anymore. He had changed a lot. His art style, his music taste, his favorite food. Yet no one seemed to acknowledge that. 

     He stared at the portal, which glowed a shade of scarlet red. He felt like he was drowning, in his fear, yet something compelled him to go in.

     He decided to follow them, but he had a dread that something horrible would happen.

       Max and Melissa were alone, at the Harrington's house. As it turns out, the Upside Down seemed to have most of the actual residences in the real world.

    They got up, looking around. The sky was dark, and the air was definitely not breathable. 

    "Take this." Max tossed a rag to Melissa, before putting one on as a mask. 

     The girls walked together, going away from the house and into the woods.

      "Steve! Robin!" Both of the girls exclaimed. There was no response.

        They both began to regret it all. Coming here. By themselves. And especially yelling. They shouldn't have done that.

       They heard the leaves crunch. They weren't alone. 

        "Shit." Max muttered, but she didn't need to explain herself. It was a Demogorgon.  Melissa looked at Max and back at the creature, her eyes wide with fear. All she ever wanted were true friends, how did she end up like this?

         Quickly and quietly, they both hid behind a tree, their hearts hammering against their chests. It was getting hard to breathe without making noise, but they had to. Or else they were dead.

        It might have been a good fifteen minutes before the monster decided to give up, leaving them to breathe.

       Melissa backed up with relief, before tripping on something. Or someone.

     She shouted when she saw the hand, but Max's gasp made her expression change. 

    "El..." Max mumbled, tears in her eyes. Melissa looked under at what she had tripped on. It was, in fact, the girl. It was Jane.

     Eddie Munson was in his trailer, looking for ketamine for yet another of his customers. Chrissy Cunningham.

     She was different. Not like his other customers. She was a sweet person. He never expected anyone like her to do drugs. But oh well, it wasn't his business.

    Yet he cared for the girl. 

    As he walked towards the girl with the drugs, he saw her staring, standing like if she were in a trance. That's when he realized: her eyes. They were all white.

    He tried to wake her up, but what happened next left him speechless. She floated up to the air. Up, up, up. 

    Then her bones snapped. Cracked. Each of them.

     As her body fell down, he screamed in fear. What the fuck?

     He backed up, afraid of what had happened. He just saw her... levitate onto the air and crack.

    You're dreaming, Eddie. He thought to himself. This cant be real.

      He was overall shocked. But he felt... heartbroken. That poor girl...

      She had died here, in his house. His house.

      Shit. People wouldn't think... right?

      Why would they think he was a murderer? He wouldn't kill anyone. But yet again, he was known as Eddie the Freak. He would be the first to be blamed, and he would have no evidence to defend himself. No witnesses. 

      He had to get out of there. And fast. 

      He heard footsteps. Someone had arrived. His uncle.

       Shit, shit shit. He couldn't jump from the windows. His uncle would hear him.

       But he had to get out. But then he saw it. The crack on the roof, had become a portal. To where, he didn't know. But he had to escape, and it was the only way.

    As he heard his uncle unlock the door, he stacked a few chairs on top of each other, then crossed. 

    The place seemed strange. It was another world.

    Then it hit him. He had passed through a portal, without knowing where it would take him. And now he was stuck. 

   And not to talk about the dangers that could lurk in this new place. Stupid.

  He walked around, before he heard voices. Familiar voices.

   He hid as he saw the people he expected: Steve Harrington. And Robin Buckley.

    Everyone knew Steve Harrington. Rich guy, privileged. An asshole. Then there was Robin. She was in band. Eddie admired the band kids, but they would never play an instrument as good as he played the guitar.

    Two other kids walked behind them. Middle school boys. The whole group seemed to be friends.

    Now what's Buckley doing with Harrington?

    Just then, he realized he had been spotted.

    "Isn't that... Eddie Munson? The freak." Steve asked Robin.

    "Yes, that's him. Now what is he doing here?"