THEY THINK MY LOVER IS STRANGE ; MILEVEN ONESHOTS.

white roses.

lowercase intended from now on :)
el.
i wake with a start, jolting upwards and throwing my body forward.

another nightmare. another. why can't i break this?

i've been living with the wheelers for over two years now. when i came back, i had nightmares every single night. they varied from brenner taking me, to the demogorgon killing me, me losing mike, etc.

after awhile, the nightmares started to subside. but, recently, they've been returning to haunt me in the early hours of the morning. why are they coming back? and most importantly, why can't i stop them from happening?

i sit up in bed, sobbing like a small child. why am i like this? any other ordinary kid could shake this and let it go and not have nightmares anymore. why not me?

i guess i'll never be an "ordinary" kid.
oh well.
i'll just have to deal.

i'm still sobbing.

i quietly slide out of bed, covering my mouth to mask my sobs. wouldn't want to wake anyone else in the house up. well, i wouldn't want to wake them up again, at least.
i've done it multiple times this week.

i quietly open the bedroom door, and slip out. i walk down the hallway and make my way to mike's room.

i stop in front of his door and take a deep breath. i need to calm down.

i slowly crack open the door, causing a small creaking noise to protrude from it. i poke my head in the room, and look around. my eyes freeze on mike.

he's sound asleep.

he looks like an angel. i slightly smile through my haze of tears, and begin to quietly tiptoe over to his bed.

i can barely see anything, it's so dark. i here a small creaking sound coming from mike's bed, and i freeze in my tracks.

"el?" i hear come from under the covers. i suck in a breath.

"yes, m-mike, it's me," i stutter.

mike slightly sits up from his laying position on  his bed. he runs one of his hands through his messy bed hair.

"c'mere," he says sluggishly.

i walk over to his bed, slowly. i pull back the covers and climb in next to him.

we stare at each other for a bit.

i feel tears starting to well up in my eyes.
not again.

a tear slips silently down my cheek, and mike reaches his hand out and touches my face, wiping the tear away.

"another dream?" he asks. i nod my head, and another tear falls from my eye.

he wipes the tear away from my eye again, and pulls me into his arms; embracing me.

i wrap my arms around his and silently cry into his shoulder. i feel like an infant. a baby who can't get around by herself.

maybe that's all i am.

"what's on your mind, el?" mike says, not letting go of me.

i take a deep breath and begin to speak.

"it's stupid," i start to say. my voice is thick with emotion, so thick i'm surprised it doesn't choke me on the way out.