The Haunting - Stranger Things [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

11 - Late Night Visit

"You should go talk to him." 

I turn my head towards my sister, who is sitting next to me on my full sized bed. A box of tissues lay between us with a small trash bin resting near our legs on the bed. It was small enough to balance on its own without toppling over. 

Nancy peers back at me with puffy, red eyes. "Jonathan." She clarifies. "He probably needs someone to talk to or even just be there for him." 

I look back down at my lap. I fiddle with the unused tissue in my lap, sniffling. "I doubt he  wants to see me. He wouldn't even look at me after what happened in the parking lot."

"But he just found out that the police found Will's body." Nancy sadly points out. "That's probably the last thing on his mind. We've been going to school with him for years. The only time I ever see him smile is when you're talking to him or he's reading one of your notes." 

A small blush rises on my cheeks. 

"You being there would probably help him, even if you just sat there with him in silence." Nancy quietly sniffles. "No one should have to be alone right now. Not with everything going on." 

I nervously lick my lips. She was right. In a time like this, I couldn't imagine being all on my own. All I can think about right now is Barbara, Will's body being found, and how Jonathan is taking all of this. He must be completely broken. 

"What if-" I shake my head and press my lips together. "What if he doesn't want to see me?"

Nancy sets her hand on mine. "He will." 

I lift my head up enough to see her face. 

"I see how he looks at you." Nancy half smiles. "He's completely in love with you."

I scoff, "I doubt that."

"I don't." Nancy says with a shake of her head. "Go see him. I'll cover for you." 

I hesitantly raise my hand to knock on the wooden door of the Byer's residence. My fist hovers in the air just a couple of inches away. I hang my head and take a deep breath. My knuckles knock on the door twice.

No one answers right away. I didn't expect anyone to, anyways. Everyone just found out that that Will's body was found in the water of the quarry. Just when I think no one is going to answer, the door swings open. 

"Oh," Mrs. Byers mumbles when she sees me on the doorstep. Her brown hair is a mess and she's wrapped up in a faded blanket. 

"Um," I swallow the lump in my throat. "I don't- I don't know if you remember, but I'm a friend of Jonathan's and, um, Will's." I toy with my fingers down in front of me. 

Mrs. Byers nods her head, remaining silent. 

"Could- Could I see him?" I sniffle, slightly shivering from the chilly air. "Jonathan, I mean." I tilt my head to the side, clarifying. I bite down on the inside of my cheek. 

"Of course," Mrs. Byers nods and opens the door wider. "Come on in, Reagan." 

I half smile at her remembering me. The first thing to catch my eye is all of the Christmas lights strung up around their house. There's lines of them in every direction, hanging from every single wall. The house is a bit of a mess, which is understandable considering what they are all going through.

Mrs. Byers shuts the door and points towards the hallway. "First door on the right."

I nod once. I take a step forwards until I stop myself and turn back to face her. "Mrs. Byers..." I begin to say. I open my mouth to tell her how sorry I am, yet no words come out. I can't find a way to tell her. I want to tell her that I wish this wasn't the way that it happened. I just couldn't.