The painting ~ byler

II

- Mike's POV -

March 27 - 10:26 am

I told Will I would be round his to speak to El in about an hour. I've missed her - I really have. She hasn't spoken to me yet since I finally said the words 'I love you' to her. Well, not really anyways, she said a few things to me in the van but that's about it. I don't understand though, I said it to her, what she's wanted from me, so why was she angry?

"5 minutes Mike!" Nancy shouted to me from downstairs. We were going to the hospital to check on Lucas and Max. She's completely brain dead - we don't know if she's going to wake up. Ever. Lucas still has hope though, he has hardly left her side.

I went to find my shoes, but I remembered I kicked them under my bed the night we got back. I crouched down to look for them, but while I was searching, I ended up finding my old journal. I blew the dust off of it and opened it, to reveal pages of writing. When I was younger my dream was to always be a writer, but as I got older I just assumed it was a kid dream, and I needed to think of a realistic job.

'October 31st, 1984'

Halloween.

'Wills has been having visions of the upside down. I'm really worried for him. I can't loose him again. I have to make sure he's okay. We promised each other we would go crazy together. Crazy together.'

"Crazy together" I whisper to myself.

"MIKE" Nancy screams interrupting my thoughts.

"Shit!" I still had to find my shoes, "just coming!! Give me a 2 seconds!"

10:37 am

As we drove through Hawkins, I realised how torn apart it was. The only town I've known and grew up in has just been... destroyed.

"Do you think she will ever wake up?" I quietly ask Nancy.

"Truthfully?" She starts, "no... I don't think she will. But you can't tell Lucas that. I couldn't imagine loosing the one person you love. Imagine if you lost El."

I had lost her before. I could imagine it. I had also lost Will before too. It did hurt too much. I look back to the window and wait for us to get to the hospital.

10:45

We all stared at max with a silence around us, none of us knowing what to say. Dustin was there too. I look over to Lucas. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Have you gone home yet, Lucas?" I ask him, trying to break the tension.

"Not yet." He replies, "It's my fault this happened to her. If I would have just beat Jason up, none of this would've happened"

"It's not your fault Lucas. If anyones fault it's Jason's." Nancy comforts him.

"Do you think she will wake?" He asks.

"Of course we do. I'm sure El is trying her hardest to figure out a way." Dustin continues.

"I really miss her." a tear rolls down Lucas's face.