Bloody Nose {Max Mayfield x OC}

A Forgotten Whisper

"Holy shit,"

That's all that escapes my mouth. A reasonable response to finding out:

A: Hawkins is connected to literal hell, otherwise known as "The Upside Down."

B: Mike's girlfriend, El, has telekinesis and can throw things with her mind. (Not to mention she was from a lab full of evil scientists.)

C: Despite El being an attractive super hero badass, Mike still somehow managed to pull her.

Obviously there is a lot more of information on The Upside Down, but those are some key points that I focused on.

"I'm sorry this is all kind of crazy," Max says with a nervous look in her eyes. I'm sitting with the girl on her bathroom floor. My hands are visibly shaking from the amount of pain I'm in, but I try my best to hide it from Max.

"No it's fine," I wince as she pours cleaning-alcohol onto my thigh. It took Max's entire story before we could finally my wound to stop bleeding.

I'm slightly thankful because if I weren't feeling immense adrenaline I don't think I could handle what Max just told me. Sadly that adrenaline rush from earlier has since ran out and now I am in easily some of the worst pain I've been in.

I feel bitterness rush to my throat. I make a point to scoot myself to the toilet. The redhead doesn't pick up on why on I'm moving away.

"Hey what are you doing-"

I'm leaning over, violently vomiting. The bile burns my throat. Soon it's coming out my nose and my eyes are watering.

I'm pretty fucking embarrassed because I'm emptying my guts right in front of the girl I find really pretty. I squint my eyes because I'm  not supposed to think she's pretty. I'm not supposed to like her despite the fact I clearly do.

I'm literally disgusting. Pounds and pounds of vomit leave my body to the point all that's leaving my throat is dull-yellow stomach acid.

The pain from my leg only gets worse from kneeling over, which in turn leads to more vomiting.

Between rounds of throw-up I'm sobbing, and not quietly. My voice is cracking and I'm practically screaming.

Within all of the pain, sweet beautiful Max only takes her hands and holds my hair back. Her long delicate fingers slightly rubbing my scalp.

After some time I'm finally empty. I use the last of my strength to flush the toilet. My body quivers and I fall into Max. Despite how literally disgusting I am, she wraps her arms around me. The redhead rubs her hands up and down my arms.

"You can stay here tonight, if you want," Max leans forward and whispers into my ear. Tingles travel down my neck to my spine.

I only nod and press my face into her neck. I know this is wrong.

Max has a boyfriend, a sweet boyfriend who is good to her. Lucas has gentle hands that can coax her even in the worst storm.

My hands are covered with scars and battle paint. I only know how to push people away.

On top of that, this just isn't how it's supposed to be. We're both girls. Girls just simply are not supposed to like other girls. Max could never see me the same way I see her.

And even on the rare occasion she looks back at me the same way I look at her, nowhere will ever be able to accept the fact we're together. Not anywhere in the world, let alone Hawkins.

Even with all of that, I still press myself against her. I take in her aura and breathe it in because I have never craved a person so damn much. All I want is for this girl and I to go somewhere no one can find us, in some far away land where we could be us.