Stupid Teenagers ~ Byler

Chapter Eight : Deja Vu

TW : Contains vomiting, blood, and graphic scenes

Wills POV

"Dear diary, what a crazy night I just had. Me and the party decided to go swimming, and then all of a sudden, Troy and his goons arrived. Me, Max, Mike and El got onto our bikes (soon followed by Lucas and Dustin) and rode into a dark alleyway. That only kept us away for less than a minute, before an angry Troy chased us out of the area. We then rode into a bush of trees, where we thought we were FINALLY safe, but then out of nowhere, Troy appeared behind Mike and held him captive with a knife at his throat! It was so scary! Thankfully, Dustin sprayed Troy with hairspray, nearly blinding him! Troy then grabbed Mike's ankle and tried to pull him backwards, but then Mike kicked Troy's nose, and it was so awesome! I love Mike!... I love Mike... I love Mike?... Shit. I love Mike. Will Byers, signing out. Over."

  I closed the book and dropped my pen into my lap before resting my head into my hands and running my fingers through my hair.

  I looked up to be met with the beautiful sight of the night sky. The stars lit up the waterfall of ink, and the Cresent moon rested in its original place.

  I sighed before standing up and walking to the door of the Wheelers' residence.

  As I opened the door, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

  What the...It is the middle of July, plus it is like 89° out. I thought to myself.

  I brushed the chilling fact off my shoulders and opened the door. My heart sank as the scene of dark red and brown came into view. Vines were spread across every wall and door and the floor had many holes in it. The windows were shattered and storms of ash surrounded me. I looked behind me to see if I could go back, but the porch was the same as the inside. Thunderstorms of bright red and orange were seen and heard in the distance, and bat-like creatures rested on trees.

  I walked backwards into the house in fear.

  "M...Mike! Mike!" I waited for a response, but the only sound I could hear was the muffled screeching of the bats outside and the hard thunder in the storm above.

  "Mike...! Mike, please answer me! Mike!" I screamed. I ran through the house to the bathroom. I shut the door and shoved myself into the bathtub. I brung my legs up to my chest and  dipped my head into my knees.

  "Go away, go away, go away, go away..." I whispered under my shaky breathing. I stopped mumbling as I felt a drop of a thin liquid fall onto my head. I slowly lifted my head and looked above me. I felt like I was about to vomit as I saw what was before me.

  Mike. He was hung on the ceiling being held up by slimy vines. They were wrapped around every single limb on his body, squeezing him tight. I screamed the loudest scream I have every screamed. All of a sudden a waterfall of blood fell on me, drenching me in the sticky fluid. I choked on the blood as it descended hard onto my body. When it finally finished falling, I grabbed the sides of the tub and tried to get out, but it was impossible. The blood caused me to slip and bust my nose on the rim of the tub.

  I felt as if I was going to pass out. I curled up my legs and cried softly in the bloodstained tub.

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  All of a sudden, I heard a faint bang followed my muffled yelling. I felt hands on my shoulders, shaking me aggressively. I looked up to see Mike, looking deep into my eyes.