Blink.
Her eyes slowly open, her limbs feel exhausted, like she just got done running a marathon, or like she hasn't walked in months. Her bones feels tight, needing to be stretched, the tips of her fingers are cold, her lips chapped, her body weak, her throat groggy.
Where am I?
It feels...eerie. The blank white walls with barely any pictures is familiar. The bookshelf to the right of her bed, the dark yellow striped curtains holding away a little sunlight brings no comfort. Even her comforter doesn't feel the same, making her rip the blankets away from her body.
Her bare feet touch the floor. It is cold even though it is carpet she is stepping on. She has to balance herself, she feels she might fall at any given moment. She feels weak, she can barely stand on her own. She looks around, recognizing it as her own room, her use to be safe place.
"Boom!"
The voice, that voice! She quickly looks around, the voice is faint but it comes from...everywhere. She frantically looks around, the faint but familiar voice speaking from all around her, but nowhere to be found.
"Lucas?" Her voice is hoarse, raspy, groggy. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, because it just doesn't make any sense.
"He traps him with his spider webs, saving both his life and hers!"
She runs to the door, trying to turn the knob but it doesn't budge. She pulls on the doorknob, that not working either. She even begins to slam her hands hard on the door, tears beginning to spring free.
"Lucas! Lucas help! Lucas please help! Where are you?!" She yells desperately, hitting her hands against the door, crying out to the voice that she very well knows.
"I wish you were here, I wish I could tell you how sorry I am."
"Lucas I'm right here! I'm right here..."
The door slowly opens, dying out her words. She slowly looks over at the door, seeing nothing but darkness in the empty hallway. The uneasy feeling sets deep within her, because the door slowly opens almost in a inviting way, and she knows this is not the way her hallway looks like.
She slowly walks down the dark and cold hallway. It looks familiar, why can't she remember? There is a door, a rather very large door at the end of the hall. She stops in her tracks, swallowing hard. Her stomach drops, like the feeling when you take a big dip on a rollercoaster, only thing worse. Much more worse.
"I wish I looked hard enough, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
A lone tear escapes her eye, she grips the ends of her blue jacket. She closes her eyes, the words, the words and the voice pushes her to go forward, makes her more brave then she already is, even though she feels she is nothing.
One step, followed by another, she keeps on going, getting closer and closer to the door. She more closer the gets, the more uncanny she feels, the more she starts to shake, the more she feels tears prickle at the ends of her eyes. She wills herself, telling herself to keep going, because despite how antsy she feels, the voice gets louder with each step.
"I wish I never left your side, I wish I was there for you."
"Lucas?" She whispers, now beginning to walk faster to the door. "Lucas?!" She runs, desperate to see him again, desperate to get out of this place, although familiar, she doesn't know. Her hands touch the door, hurriedly going to the knob.
Chime
Her eyes widen at the sound, looking behind her with a fearful expression. She knows that sound from anywhere, she sound of being cursed, she sound that brought her into this situation in the first place. The sound that makes her skin crawl, the sound that lets her know that it is far from over yet.
"It is all my fault."
She looks back at the door, desperately trying to turn the knob to be let in, slamming her hands against the door because it wouldn't budge.
"Lucas! Lucas please help!"
"It's all your fault!"
Chime.
"You did this."
She turns around, and her stomach drops even more at what she sees. Mike, Dustin, Will, Johnathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Erica, Joyce, Hopper....
Lucas...
Everyone she knows, everyone she loves...dead.
Hanged up on display, just like Chrissy and Fred, bones broken and snapped, eyes taken out, blood running down their eyes.
But there is someone...
She cries heavily, kneeled down by Mike. She sobs out, holding Mike's broken hand, chanting no over and over again.
"El?"
She gasps aloud when Eleven's head snaps over to hers. She has no eyes, dried blood on her face from it trailing down her cheeks. Her rigid body and steps makes way towards her, pinning her to the door. Looking right into the nothingness of Elevens taken eyes.
"You did this." Eleven says while pointing at her.
"You killed us." She snaps her head to the right, seeing Nancy, without any eyes as well pointing at her.
"No, no please..."
"You did this." Mike chimes in.
"This is all your fault." Steve says while pointing at her as well.
"This is what you have become." Billy now being seen in front of her.
"No! No no no!" She cries, sliding down on the floor while holding her hands against her face hard, trying to escape the harsh words.
"This is all your fault."
"You did this."
"You murderer."
"Murderer!"
"Murderer!"
"NOOOO!" She yells out from the top of her lungs. It
silenced the noises. She slowly looks up, now just seeing the blank dark hallway. She quickly stands up and faces the door when she hears another chime, followed by another and another, and a final one. For chimes, for kills, four gates. It becomes more vivid now, Vecna won, they lost.
The door slowly creeps open, making her step back a little.
"Don't be afraid..." The deep, conniving voice of familiarity says to her while the door slowly opens. "....Maxxx." He drags out her name.
Max swallows, gripping the end of her jacket hard. The room is actually filled with light, sunlight coming from the windows. She sees a bed, but there are metal bars at the sides of it. The blankets are white, covering up a person. Max slowly makes her way to the bed, rounding it to see...
A girl, a girl with beige skin, a cast around her neck, her body covered in castings and white covering. One of her legs are elevated with a holder, one of her arms in a cast holder while the other one rest on her side. Her messy red hair is behind her ears. She wears a gown, a white gown with blue dots.
Max eyes widen in terror, because it is her, that is her. "Your friends think they will prevail..."
Max slowly turns to her left, seeing a mirror that gives her reflection. She sees herself, her eyes wide in fear. She goes to touch her face slowly, looking between herself in the mirror and herself on the hospital bed. Am I dead? She thinks to herself.
The scene goes away like dust, fading away into the thin air. Max begins to cry harder, crying out to hear Lucas voice again but she doesn't hear anything. She slides down on the floor, shaking and crying while holding her hands to her face, trying to escape the voice now that fills her thoughts.
"...but they have already lost."
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Dear Family
FanfictionTakes place after Season 4 Episode 9. Summary: It has been almost a year since Max has been in coma. Plans are unsuccessful, everyone is at a lost and still trying to come up with more plans all the while trying to keep themselves together. Pain, he...
