Beautiful Death.

Four.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think he could've survived that fall, I mean, who knows if he can even swim..." As she talked, her voice grew more and more distant. She refused to believe that Will was dead. That his body was dragged out of Sattler Quarry last night. Dustin had a hold of her hand as their mother tried to make her see sense, but they both knew she wasn't listening. They both knew her deteriorating metal health would make it difficult for her to comprehend what she was being told.

"Ant?" She tuned back in when Dustin said her name, and she looked to him. "You understand what we're saying to you, right?"

"I have to get ready for school." She said under her breath, standing abruptly and heading for her bedroom. She practically slammed the door shut, sitting down on her bed for a moment. It was clear the cogs were ticking away in her head, but even she couldn't pick the thoughts apart. But she did know one thing for sure - she would find Will if its the last thing she ever did.

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She couldn't help it. She knew she'd get in trouble for doodling all over what was supposed to be an essay, but she couldn't keep her hand still. Her absent minded doodling should be a cause for concern, as soon a creature began to form through the squiggles, it's face opening up like a flower to show of rows and rows of teeth. It was tall, lanky, its arms almost reaching the ground it walked on with it's ginormous feet. But that wasn't the only indication that she was going crazy. The speakers screeched, as if the head was preparing an announcement - nothing she would be half interested in. But then-

"Should I stay or should I go now..." She snapped up her head suddenly, knowing within the depths of her stomach that she recognised that voice. "If I go there will be trouble..."

"If I stay there will be double..." She muttered, and people began turning towards her.

"Is everything alright, Miss Henderson?" The teacher spoke, but didn't receive an answer as she pushed up, out of her chair, and wandered into the hall, where there were more speakers with the same sound.

"Should I stay or should I go now..."

"Will?" She spoke.

"Toni." Steve spoke, pushing through the people that had followed her out.

"Will!" As his voice continued out of the speaker, she began heading for the office. She stopped at the door, finding it was locked. "Will? Will, can you hear me?"

"Toni?" She let out a slight whimper, pressing her hands to the door.

"Open the door... Will, open the door, c'mon." She pleaded, his voice simply fading away. "Please, just... just tell me where you are and I'll come for you and I'll bring you home."

"Toni, hey." She turned her head upon feeling a hand on her arm, Steve looking at her with more worry than he had ever felt in his entire life.

"You didn't hear him, did you?" She asked, her heart sinking through her body.

"No." He told her reluctantly, almost as if he didn't want say it. "No, I didn't hear him."

"I'm not crazy, Steve."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not crazy?" She said again, almost as if she needed reassurance.

"You're not crazy, I believe you." He nodded. "Let's go for some air." He soothed, wrapping an arm around her. She stopped however, when she caught Nancy's gaze from somewhere in the crowd.

"I'm not crazy." She said once more, allowing Steve to lead her outside.

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In no way was she prepared for the memorial for Will at the middle school, but she insisted she was there. Will had been a big part of her life for the past few years, and, if he really was gone, she wanted all the time with him she could get. It felt like it went on for hours and hours, but eventually, people were clearing out to go home. Antionette just sat for a moment. She just sat, breathing, and not much else. But when she noticed Mike seemed to be arguing with someone, she jumped up, and approached.