High off you - Byler

Vampire - Chapter VI

I lay on the cold floor of my suffocating room. Sometimes I feel so cold and sickly I throw up. That's probably not good but lately I haven't really seemed to care. Its funny because my mom likes to call me a zombie, but I like to think of myself more of a vampire. Why? Because they are a way lot cooler then a zombie, vampires drink blood, hang out by the moonlight, hate the sun, and sparkle. 

And zombies, well they just groan and cry and suffer, that shit seems boring. I don't wanna constantly cry for help. You practically just wait for someone to help you when nobody will. As a vampire, you're a badass who doesn't wait for anyone.

I don't need saving.

"Honey, please get up you need to eat something." My mother opens the door slightly peaking in. 

"Okay." I groan as I sit up. Everything is fuzzy and I feel dizzy but that's pre usual. She just smiles at me and walks out. I feel bad for her, she has to deal with me, I'm pretty pathetic.

I get up off the nice cold floor and put on a random shirt I find in my drawer, ignoring Mikes old shirt that we used to hide weed under. Its been a year I really need to forget him, but sometimes I can't help it, the memory is still ripe in my brain. We were standing next to my bed by my window and we were dancing, I told him I'd teach him and then I leaned in to kiss him and--

"Come on Will, dinner is ready and its not going to eat itself." El smiled gently as I threw on a sweater. 

I hate food, I hate it so much. I just can't eat it. I don't know why but it makes me feel guilty whenever I pick up that stupid fork. So most of the time I fake it, most people don't really notice if I just quickly slip it to the dog.  

We always eat dinners together and they always used to be a lot of fun, especially since Mike was usually here. But they are the most painfully awkward thing now. I mean all we do is just sit there and stare at the plates. I think its mostly because of what happened like a month after Mike ran away.

Max died.

I don't like to think about it.

Actually I try my hardest to not think about it. But it creeps in and it swells and it hurts, and I hate pain, so I try my hardest to ignore it. I wouldn't really call it numbing, but I guess that's basically it.

"So, how was the math quiz today at school?" My mom tries to spark up a conversation. 

"Shitty, I got like a E or something." El says not looking up from her food she won't stop picking at. "What about you Will?" She finally looks up from her food and at me.

They are all looking at me. El, my mom, Hopper.

I choke a bit. "Uh, I failed." I just look back down at my food that has not been touched.

My  mom doesn't make a disappointed face she just sighs and looks back down, the look of shame. I don't blame her I never try on my tests anymore and I struggle to keep up in school, not like I used to. Something about keeping up makes me just want to sleep more then I already do. 

 I wait for everyone to leave the table. I stare down at the mashed potatoes and steak that I feel guilty for wasting. I lean the plate down by the floor for the dog and he licks the plate clean before leaving, shaking his fluffy tail behind him. I place the plate in the sink and head upstairs to my empty dark room I used to cry in but now I can't even do that anymore.

My stomach bubbles thinking about being able to cry. I cover my mouth and sneak to the bathroom and close the door. Stupid fucking stomach. I throw up into the toilet, it doesn't sting or feel as gross anymore, especially sense eating isn't possible. 

"Will?" El's voice startles me. I hurry and clean up and open the door. "Yes..?"

"Are you okay?" Oh. "I noticed you fed your food to the dog." She has a very sweet voice, its gentle, and kind. I wish I was a better brother to her, she deserves the world.

"Yeah I am fine, I just wasn't hungry." I smile a gentle fake smile. "Okay, well if anything's wrong please don't be afraid to tell me." She smiled back, it was fake too. "Okay."

"Goodnight." She turned and headed the other way down the hall.

"Night."

Fuck, I hate my life.

Authors note

Hey lol. I know its been a year, please don't be mad I haven't updated. Things Have been crazy busy and then I fell out of my love for Byler, I still like it but things have changed. I would love to from now on continue this story if you'd guys like, I think its beginning definitely has potential, its just a bit cringy. Anyways, I have decided some plans on what to do with this fic and I think you guys might like it. Have a great day and keep up for updates!!