THATS SO 80s - Steve Harrington

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Three

Robin, Nancy, and I were walking ahead of Eddie and Steve as they were talking. It was quite terrifying entering the world of darkness. Suddenly, the ground quakes again, and I was shocked to the ground.

"Oh, my God." I breathed out.

"Okay, second on my list of least favourtie things, earthquakes." Robin feared out. "Seriously, I've unsteady enough, as is it."

I braced myself on the ground, squeezing my eyes shut. Please tell me this is a nightmare. Because I'm sick and tired of this. "Nancy!" I yelled out, seeing her storming ahead. I grunt as I got up, stumbling but managed to run after her. "Where are you going?"

We both stop; red lightning flashes in the distance, watching an opened field with mangled electrical towers falling across it.

"Guys!" Robin was calling after us, the others had come to a stop beside us.

"Come on." Nancy insisted, and we followed Nancy even further. Oh, this is gonna be so long. At least the Wheeler house is across the field.

Five minutes later, we found ourselves inside the Wheeler house. It was covered in vines, and it looked old. Steve was holding his flashlight.

"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin comments.

"Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Nancy told us, and we walked up the stairs to her room.

Nancy entered her room and opened the wardrobe, taking her shoe box out of her closet. She takes off the top, only finding a pair of heels inside.

"Those aren't guns." Eddie pointed out the obvious.

"These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for a deadly projectile." Robin anxiously said.

"I don't understand," Nancy whispered, staring wide eyes at the pair of heels.

"Maybe you left them somewhere else," Eddie suggested.

"There's a six-year-old in the house." Nancy snapped. "I know where I keep my guns. And also, I threw these away years ago." Her gaze drifts to a stack of flashcards on top of a chemistry book. She picks them up and turns to me. "Juno, do you know what this is?"

"Um, flashcards?" I shrugged.

"Flashcards we made together. Remember?" Nancy asked.

"I get that grades are important, but perhaps studying can wait till we get out?" Robin asked.

"Wait a minute..." I grabbed the flashcards. "Aren't these from sophomore Chemistry? You made me read these to you for hours."

"Yeah, they are." Nancy agreed, frowning. "And this... This wallpaper, this is old wallpaper. And this mirror, this went to the yard sale. And you..." She picked up a stuffed animal. "You're not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to Cousin Joanna two years ago." Nancy spots a corner of a diary peaking out from a stack on her nightstand and picks it up.

She stares at the page in horror. "What is it?" Eddie asked.

"Nancy? You're freaking me out." Robin spoke.

"Um, same," I mumbled.

"I think my guns aren't here because they don't exist yet." Nancy slowly said.

"They don't... Exist?" Eddie asked, taken back slightly.

"This diary should be full of entries." Nancy looked up from her diary. "It's not. The last entry is November 6th, 1983."

"The day Will went missing." I realised, my eyes widening.

"The day the gate opened." Nancy nodded. "We're in the past."

"Dustin!" I heard Steve call, and I frowned. "Dustin!" Robin, Eddie, Nancy and I ran downstairs to Steve in the living room. "Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin! He—Hello? Dustin!"

"Maybe he really does have rabies," Robin whispered to us.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"He's here." Steve walked over to us. "Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like... He's in the walls or something. Just listen." We paused to listen. "Dustin. Dustin! Can you hear me?"

"In the walls," I murmur, which reminded me of Joyce. I could hear his voice. It was faint, but he was here. "Dustin!"

"Dustin!" Nancy called out.

"Dustin?"

"Dustin!"

We all tried to call his name, but he didn't respond. I was beginning to grow frustrated. Come on, Dustin, just listen to us.

"All right, either this kid can't hear us, or he's being a total douchebag," Steve muttered. He sighed.

"Will found a way," I remembered.

"What?" Steve cranked his neck towards me.

"Will," I repeated. "He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights." I tried a lamp, but it stays dark.