in your dreams harrington

chapter 5

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Knock, knock, knock

What am I doing here?

You stare at the dark oak door. You couldn't just leave Joyce here, not after what happened yesterday. Besides, if it happened again, you'd be prepared. In the small duffel bag you carried with you was a red axe, the old hunting rifle your Dad used to shoot with you before Sarah died, and a pistol you kept under the floor boards for emergencies. That and bullets of course. Joyce quickly ushers you inside.
"Now, the first time it happened he-he turned on the radio, so I'm thinking that maybe if we just leave it on he'll be able to find us." She explains, and you nod, making her let out a relieved sigh. One person believed her. That's all she needed.
You quickly shove "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by The Clash into the VHS player, remembering that it was his favourite song. Then you and Joyce sit there for hours,
"You're a lot like your father you know that?" She smiles at you.
You look down at the ground.
"Well that's unfortunate isn't it."

🎶 "Should I stay or should I go now?"🎶

Then, suddenly, you hear a quiet voice come through on the radio. You're surprised you heard it in the first place it was so faint. Joyce jolts up from her slumber when you launch yourself over to the boom box, quickly turning it off. Flicking through channels until you reach one where Will's voice seems to be amplified.
"Mom?" Will whimpered. He sounded scared, but he was there and you and Joyce didn't waste second to start looking for him.
"Will? Will where are you?"
Joyce burst threw the front door, and you're about to follow when she runs back inside, and begins peeling off wallpaper, to reveal a gross, oozing, fleshy wall. Will's cries are louder now.
"Will! Will just hang on we're going to get you out of there!" Joyce begins slamming her fist on the wall.

"Watch out!" You scream coming at the wall full force with an axe. You hit it over and over, and over again but it doesn't work. You're arms are getting tired when Will says something.
"Mom- it's coming!" Joyce runs up to the wall. "It's like home but it's dark and cold!"

"Will I promise I will get to you, but right now I need you to hide!" Joyce's words are clear and concise but she begins to break as Will pleads with her.
"No-listen to me you have to run!" She screams. With that, the drywall had now completely overtaken the fleshy substance that was once there.
Suddenly Joyce grabs the axe from your hands and starts destroying the wall.
"Damn it!" She roared
You pull her back but not before there's a gaping hole. You stare outside as she sobs in your arms.

You nail up a tarp to keep the cold out before you leave. Joyce is passed out on the couch. You sigh wondering how long it's been since she's truly gotten a good nights rest. She previously offered to drive you home, but you quickly declined. You wanted to be alone with your thoughts.
You hadn't really had time to think about the events of the previous night, and today. You were a skeptic. Paranormal shit isn't in your books. But that? That wasn't a stupid ghost. You can't even begin to comprehend where Will is, let alone what ever the hell crawled out of Joyce's tacky wall paper. Your working theory, making sure you really emphasise the theory bit, is that Will is in some kind of alternate world. Like when he said he was "Right here" and "It's like home but it's dark and cold", that didn't sit right with you. But I mean a fucking monster just crawled through Joyce Byers' living room wall. That wouldn't sit right with most people.
Eventually you arrive at your house, but something's wrong. Your house wasn't exactly as remote as the Byers', but it was a little out there, meaning that a cluster of black vans parked outside wasn't exactly in the ordinary. You quickly dip around the back of the house. Watching as several men in white E.T. style quarantine suits are wandering around your house.
Your breath catches as you watch your father get dumped onto the couch. He's knocked out cold. That or... now the panic is really starting to set in. No you reassure yourself, why would they bring him back here if he was dead? Then they just, take off. You'd left Joyce the hunting rifle just in case it came back, but you still had your pistol. Gun in hand, you quietly open the back door, stopping it before it squeaks. You wander around for a little while, checking everything. You almost shot a coat that had been stuffed into a closet, which fell out in front of you when opening the door. You quickly made your way over to your Dad, his loud snores becoming more apparent every passing second. A sigh of relief escapes you. Knocked out cold, not dead. Still, you take an extra precaution and steal your Dad's car key's from his pocket.
You felt bad leaving your Dad alone in the house, but it was better safe than sorry. You sighed climbing into the back seat. You weren't going to get much sleep tonight.

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A/n: hello folks! I apologise for the brutally boring chapter, this was just kind of to solidify your character, I guess. There'll be some Steve-y/n interaction soon, I promise. If there's anything you'd like to see or if you're enjoying at the moment feel free to comment it here! have a good day or night!