I hate you (Ryers)

This isn't normal will. This isn't right

"Ok I am gonna call your mom hunny" the nurse says handing Will some water. Will didn't want the water. He wanted to pass out again. He wanted to stay passed out.

Joyce rushes over to Will. "Oh sweetheart let's get you home" she says kissing his forehead. Will gets dragged to the car. "What happens?!" She says looking at him. "I passed out" he shrugs. "Why?! Did you sleep ok? Have you eaten? Drunken water?!" She asks panicking. "I am fine mom" Joyce hits the wheel. "Stop lying!" She shouts. Will flinches. Joyce starts driving home..

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I am done. I am scared. I am scared of my mom. She scares me sometimes. She doesn't mean to do it. She just gets worked.

I don't think she likes me very much. She likes to yelll. She likes to hit the counter or whatever is around her. I think I stress her out.

I stress out Lucas. I stress out steve. I stress out mike. I stress out Dustin. I stress out Jonathan. I stress out everyone.

I don't like myself. I don't like how I talk. I don't like how I anooy people. I don't like Will byers.

It's cold. The baseball fields are empty. I don't want to be here.

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"Will" mike says giving him a weak smile. "Hi" will mumbles. Mike sighs and hugs will tightly. "I am sorry" Will shoves him off. "Stop you didn't even notice!" He snaps. Mike kisses him. Will is frozen. He doesn't move. Mike pulls away. "I hadn't talked cause I was nervous I was gonna lose you" he says putting a hand on wills waist. Will was frozen. This didn't feel right to him. Yet it did. Mike kisses him again. Will kisses back. He still felt wrong. Mike starts kissing wills jaw. "M-mike?" Will asks. Mike tightly holds onto Will. He kissses wills necks

He walks home. A purple hickey on his neck. He had just made out with mike wheeler. He could feel a permanent blush on his cheeks.

This isn't normal will. This isn't right.

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He kisses me. He's gay! Is he? Am I insane. Is this a dream. Something not right about this. Who cares. I am so happy. Are we dating? Or just a thing.

I am happy, I am worried. I hate anxiety.