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Will Byers-
1985

"Honey are you almost ready?" Mom shouted from downstairs.

I was currently getting ready for my older brothers, Jonathan's, funeral.
It's been around a month since he killed himself. It's been so quiet now.

I still don't get it. He was always happy. Why wouldn't he leave a note? What really happened? Was he actually suicidal? If so wouldn't he give us sig-

"Ahg!" I yelped after stabbing myself with one of the safety pins keeping my cuffs in tacked.

"Will, honey. Are you okay?" Mom called out, concerned.

I walked near the landing and put my thumb out to her. I heard a chuckle covering her sobs as I pulled my hand away. Jonathan's death had wrecked mom so much she started drinking more. Me, Hop and El had begged her for so long to stop and she had tried her best, but tonight I could tell she was going to drink her feelings away as per usual when she was upset. It hurt me so much when this happened, She's the sweetest soul out there. Me and her haven't talked like we used to after john's death, I I'd hoped this would bring us closer.

I finished my tie and walked downstairs to my mother, whose eyes were puffy and red like her cheeks and had a big smile on her face.

"You know, you look (sniff), so much like him," she said , pulling me into a hug. I can't help but cringe at the hug, I'm not much of a touchy person, but her words got to me and I couldn't stop the tears pouring from my eyes. We stood there for a couple of minutes, just crying into each others shoulders, until we heard honking outside from my step-dad, Hopper.

He was waiting outside with my step-sister, Jane Elle hopper-Byers, in the backseat putting a thumbs up to the window to reassure me if I was ok. I put my thumb back up at her and smiled. I then climbed into the car and sat next to her.

"Hey, it's ok, I'm here," she said while opening her arms out to me for me to cry in.

Jane Elle hopper-Byers.

Shes one of the sweetest girls I have ever met in my entire life. Shes always been there for me in her own special way, and I loved her for that. We like to say we are twins since we look quite alike and are similar in age, although we aren't even blood related.

She comforted me for the whole ride as hop did the same thing for my mom. God, I'd wish to be anywhere but here.

"Okay, here we are," Hop said, patting my leg, "You ok kiddo?"

"Yep, just you know, death." I said while trying to laugh it off, but ending up sobbing my heart out again.

The funeral wasn't very fun. I was waterworks for the whole thing. It's just too unreal, why would he do this?

My mother was definitely worse than me, she was a mess, on the floor not breathing, hand on her heart while she screamed, hoppers hand on her back. It hurt like shit.

I looked back at me to see how many people were here, crying and grieving. How many people cared.

My eyes suddenly fixated on the wheelers. Nancy looked awful. She was pale and very slim, giving away that she hadn't eaten in days. She almost looked...half dead?

Then I looked at me and Mrs wheeler, they were both frowning, but other than that you couldn't see any expression through there faces. Just pure coldness.

I then managed to spot Holly wheeler. She was so big since the last I saw her, around like 6 now I'd say. But as per usual, she was just a clueless child.

Then finally, my eyes landed on Micheal wheeler. He was in my grade and we talked every now and again but we weren't really friends, really just in a mutual Manor. I then caught him staring back, making us lock eye contact. He raised a hand at me and gave me an awkward smile.

I returned the awkward smile but then looked back away. I wasn't very interested in Mike. He seemed too clingy for my liking, but he did also keep himself to himself . That's what made him so interesting for me.

Before I knew it, Jonathan's casket was in the ground and my mother had passed out on the floor from lack of oxygen. Great.

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It was now the after party and everyone was sprawled round tables, us Byers having the main table Of corse.

Soon It was time for the speeches yet my mother had mad herself so drunk she had to be taken out, so that meant it was my speech first.

I stood and greeted everyone with a "hello."
Then I began to take a piece of paper out of my pocket and unfold it.

Cmon Byers, you can do it, you can do this without falling to pieces, you can do it. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. You can-

My thought train was interrupted by someone clearing their throat, bringing me back to reality.

Ok, here goes nothing.

Jonathan Byers, a son, brother, friend, boyfriend and citizen of our town Hawkins. He was my role model ever since I could walk.

He was a very good father figure for me when I didn't have one. He was a very good friend, to me and most here today. Always here when needed, caring and nurturing to everyone. He was a very good son t-to my mother, Joyce. Whenever she needed anything he was there, whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there and whenever she got angry and little things, he was there. He understood her more than he should've, making there bond more stronger. He was an amazing boyfriend to Nancy wheeler. A very balancing bond, perfect for each other, I could even go as far to say soulmate-(great will, now you've got her crying) And lastly, an amazing brother. Teaching me things most didn't know, showing me a different perspective in life, know that some people are different, but that was ok. His door was always open for me, no matter how sad he was, he would always listen to what I had to say. He was my first best-friend, and...(my voice is starting to break, great,) and I love you.

I walked off of the stage, tears in my eyes, and ran to the toilet, whilst everyone started to clap, cheer and cry all in one.

I opened the stall and sat inside of it, ready to cry, when I felt something poking me from the inside pocket of the blazer.

I put my hand in it and picked out whatever was in it. It was a piece of paper?

Why would there be a piece of paper in Jonathan's old tuxedo. This had been washed and cleaned in and out multiple times.

I opened the pieces to find smudged pen every across most of the pages. I looked at the other pages but they were all smudged as-well,
Until he reached the last page.

It wasn't me. Was written on the page, covering it, in bold blue pen.

Does this mean he didn't mean it. Or does it mean it wasn't him who died, just some random body in a casket. Does this mean there's a chance he could be alive?Oh save it will, you're getting your hopes up, unless...

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This was fun to write, anyways DETECTIVE BYERS OMGOMGOMGIGMOMGOGMG

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