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Will Byers x suic!dal reader (PART 1)

I had a disagreement with my dad this morning. It's not like I ever expected to never get into any fights with him, but this is just insane. It's like he was NEVER my age. I sit in silence, trying not to let my anger and frustration out. I lean my head against the passenger's seat's window, staring at the rain droplets sliding down it, trying to distract myself from crying, betting on which raindrop is gonna get to the bottom first. I do this while my brother talks my mom's ear off talking about his new best friend for the week. My dad just doesn't understand me at all. Like today, when I was already having a bad morning.....

November 11th, 1985, 5:30 am

My eyes shoot open as I'm abruptly pulled out of my cozy sleep by the piercing alarm clock that's screaming in my left ear. I groan, reach my hand out of the warm blanket reluctantly, feeling the cold air on my skin. I slap my hand on the top of it and it stops immediately. I quickly put my hand back into the warm blankets and sigh. Then I think, I should probably get up now. I try to convince myself to get out of bed, but the longer I lay there in the warm and safe embrace of the covers, the more I want to stay and block the cruel world out. To take a day off. I sigh, and glance at the alarm clock on my bedstand. Stupid alarm clock. Why do you get to decide when we get up, or if we're late of early to something? Why do you get to dictate the world? Why can't I live my life without you constant nagging me with the idea that I'll run out of time if I don't hurry up? And why does it seem like I'm the only one who has to conform to these rules? Why am I the only one who gets shamed if I'm late, or when I'm taking too long? And who gets to decide whether I'm taking too long or going too fast? I block these thoughts out with a simple, that's just the way it is, and go back to my warm little cave. Just me. Where I don't have to be anything, or live up to anyone's expectations, I can just lay here and close my eyes and sleep, or think about whatever the hell I wanna think about. Sometimes I wonder if that's what being dead is like. You're non-existent. No one expects anything from you, and no one's disappointed. Maybe it would be better if I killed myself. Maybe that would make everyone in my life happier. No, don't think about that. Think about that assignment that you still have to finish but haven't gotten to because of your annoying need to procrastinate. Think about...think about.....
I search for something to think about other then...that. Will. He's my best friend. He listens to me, and I feel like he really cares about me. What would I do without him? Even when I'm in the worst mood, he always cheers me up with that sweet and innocent smile. And those eyes. Those beautiful warm, comforting hazel eyes. There's no denying it. I think I really like Will. But I'm not sure if the feeling's mutual. I drift into a peaceful sleep, focusing on those wonderful eyes, slowly letting mine close and giving in to the tempting notion of staying in bed.

25 minutes later.. 6:00 am

I wake up to the disturbing sound of a door slamming against my wall, and I feel an uncomfortable tension in the air.
"What the HELL, y/n?!" I hear my dad's intimidating voice yell..
I immediately sit up, and stare at my father, fear in my eyes.
"I didn't.." I try to explain, but as I do, I glance at my alarm clock and realize I slept for another half hour after my alarm went off.
"GET UP. YOU NEED TO BE READY IN 10 MINUTES!" He yells angrily.
I gulp. Crap. 10 minutes?? Seriously!?!?
He leaves but keeps the door wide open which really pisses me off. I'm getting dressed, why wouldn't he just close it?? It's not that hard.
There I go being rude again. Wow, I can't go 5 minutes without insulting someone or being rude. This is why no one likes you, y/n.
I shake my head, ignoring those annoying thoughts, and focus on getting ready as fast as I can. After I throw on my yellow collared shirt, a slight darker yellow belt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers.