Stranger Things Elmax One-shots

Can't Go On

(Warning: swearing, self-harm, SUICIDE)

Max's POV:

Voices In Head: "Bitch!" "Dyke!" "No one loves you!" "I fucking hate you!" "Ugly Ginger!"

They just keep going non-stop. No matter what, they're always echoing inside. I can't even sleep anymore with all of it happening. Hawkins is a horrible place to live. I've been getting a lot of this shit at school ever since. I can't even tell anyone about any of it because they wouldn't understand.

I was only a few seconds away from completely losing my mind. I knew I couldn't live like this. I knew what had to be done.

I got up out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, grabbed the box of razor blades, took one out, and I knew what I was in for. As soon as I started cutting, I knew I couldn't turn back. Once I got that first pain sting, I just kept going. Blood slowly trickled out of the cuts as I kept going. I had made three on both sides, and I just laid the blade back on the counter with no intention of hiding it. I wouldn't need to.

I snuck into my mom's room, and made my way over to her night table. I opened the drawer, and I grabbed the thing that I needed for this moment. I carefully closed the drawer, made my way out of the room and shut the door. I was alone, so I guess it didn't really matter how quiet I was.

I made my way back over to my room, shut the door, and sat on my bed. I started to shed a few tears, preparing myself for what I was about to do. There was no point in going on like this anymore. It must be done.

I checked the item I snatched up to make sure it was loaded, I prepared it, and held it up to my head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. One second later...

BAM!!

El's POV:

Me and the rest of the gang were riding our bikes over to see Max. It was finally the weekend, and that meant we could spend all of our time together. Plus, I'm just really happy to see Max.

As we got closer to her place, we noticed a bunch of police cars nearly blocking off the entrance of the trailer park. When we got even closer, we saw that there was an ambulance, too. Okay, what is happening right now? When we entered, Chief Powell spotted and stopped us.

Powell: "Whoa, whoa, sorry, guys. You're gonna have to back it up a little."

Me: "Why? What the heck even happened here?"

Powell: "Uh, well...do you know Max Mayfield?"

Me: "Yes, we all do, she's our friend."

Powell: "Well, I'm sorry to say this, but...something terrible happened to your friend."

We all look at each other, worried when we first heard that.

Mike: "Wait, exactly what happened?"

Powell: "You sure you wanna know?"

Me: "Yes, just tell us, please."

Powell: "Your friend, Max, she...last night, she ended up taking her own life."

I was completely shocked right now.

Me: "She...she did?!"

Powell: "I'm afraid so, and you don't want to see her right now, it's not a good sight. I highly recommend you all go home and let the police handle this."

He walks away. We all look at each other in complete shock, trying to reel in exactly what we had just heard from Powell. We couldn't even think of what to say next. We couldn't believe Max had taken her own life. This was at the absolute worst time, too.

Originally, I had made the plan for us to meet up with Max today so we could all hang out together. But what I left out was the real reason I wanted to see her: to tell her about my feelings for her.

I've felt that way for quite a long time now, and I've never had the courage to tell her all about it. But now, I know I'll never get to tell her how I feel, and I don't know what to do now. There's no one else in the world I could ever possibly be with. There will never be another Max Mayfield.