𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N - I accidentally uploaded the chapter that was supposed to be out after this yesterday instead of this chapter I'm sorry!!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

The hospital was beginning to become packed with A&E patients and it was making me feel really claustrophobic. I couldn't be in either of the rooms so I stayed put in the waiting room besides Lisa's desk.

She was unsettled at my presence to say the least.

It gave me time to think about things, things that hadn't been answered in my little brain box since moving here. A few were pointless, like; Why did Steve have a crush on me one day but not the next?  You know, silly ones like that. However, a few majors ones had me daydreaming in a room full of injured bodies.

Did those boys try to stab Eddie because he needed the money for Wayne?. Did he steal it from them?. How much did he owe?.

There was also a few more things I needed answers to, like; why in the fucking name of god and all his holiness was my stupid dickhead brother in Hawkins after his little debacle about not coming? He literally thought it wasn't a real place at first, but besides the point, it shouldn't have mattered that my mum had a little struggle with the babies because he couldn't give a shit about her back when we left England in 83, so why now? How was my dad okay with him after everything? How could they love him after what he did but not love me for doing as they wished? How could they not love me for being human?.

It was quite sad to think about and possibly see from an outsiders point of view, such as Eddie's, but I think he was one who understood me the most and how I felt. His parents were no better, and now they had both gone, his life was a whole lot easier. The same could be said for Steve, his boat was closer to mine than Eddie's sunken one.

Steve's parents were a waste of fucking space, garbage on the corner or plastic in the ocean. They were there but did nothing good for the environment, for the lives in that space. They never cared about Steve and it was more than obvious they never would, because he was just collateral to them, for them. They may have been like a second family to me, but they would never mean a single thing to Steve. They didn't deserve it.

My eyes finally crept from their daze and stalked the waiting room, watching every individual waiting for their names to be called so they could be checked and go home. People were now having to be stood up and I dreaded what this place looked like on a weekend, never-mind in the holidays.

A frail man a few feet away from me was stood leant against the wall with a hand on his back, looking tired and restless, making my heart thump loudly with sadness. Nobody had even offered him a seat, the tight fuckers.

"S'cuse me?." I leant over my chair and tapped his hand , catching his attention in a heart beat. He looked down at me with a wide smile, too happy to be talking to me.

"Oh, hello there, doll. Are you okay?." His words came out very slowly and harsh with a thick southern accent. I smiled at him.

"Come and sit." I nodded my head to him, not moving until he was infront of me as I suspected some of these people were selfish and would rush to take my seat the second my ass cheeks lifted from the plastic.

"Oh, Thankyou! You're a precious little lady. Thankyou!." His smile somehow widened with glee, grateful for my kindness. I held a hand onto his elbow, helping him down into the chair I had warmed up for him and smiled kindly down at the man.