THEY THINK MY LOVER IS STRANGE ; MILEVEN ONESHOTS.

regret.

dt ; elisestenger
requested.

(semi-short, for effect.)

el.

"no, mike! i'm not doing it!"

mike runs his hands through his hair in pure frustration.

mike and i never, ever fight. but tonight, it's different.

"el, listen to me. you need to do this. it's best for you, and it's best for me. it's best for everything in the future."

recently, i went to the doctor and i found out i was pregnant. i am terrified of having this baby, but i plan on doing it anyway. mike and i are afraid that the baby will have my telekinetic abilities, and the risk for it is semi-high, because the baby would be a second-generation telekinetic. the doctor informed me that there was a way to guarantee that the baby would be free of telekinesis, but there's a catch.

going through this procedure would put the baby at risk, and i would have to have my telekinetic abilities stopped.

mike wants me to go through the procedure, i do not.

"what about the baby?" i shoot back. "what if the whole procedure goes wrong and our baby is hurt, or worse, dies? i can't do it mike. i just can't."

mike closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"i can't fucking believe you, eleven. do you want this child to be at risk of being taken by that brenner lunatic? or are you too selfish to account for that? our child's life is a little bit more important than you keeping your abilities," he spits at me.

i can't believe what i'm hearing.

"don't you dare call me selfish, michael. this is not about me keeping my abilities. this is about the risk that our child could die if i go through with this. if the child gets the powers, and brenner even tries to lay a hand on him or her, i'll have the ability to stop it," i say.

mike's eyes meet mine, and his gaze is cold and angry.

"you know, none of this would be a problem if i had chosen a girl without a fucked up mind," mike says, staring right into my eyes.

did he just say what i think he said?

i back away from him, tears starting to cloud my vision.

"everything would be normal," whispers mike.

i feel something inside me snap.

my breathing starts to increase.

mike looks up, finally realizing what he said, and his eyes widen, softening up.

"oh my god, eleven, i am so s-"

but it's too late.

i scream at the top of my lungs, and throw mike back against the bedroom wall, and he slams into it with a loud thud.

he slides down the wall.

i close my eyes and breathe heavily, grabbing my hair and tugging on it hard.

i open my eyes and look over at mike.

he's not moving.

oh my god.

i run over to mike and get down on my knees

"mike?" i say, frantically. "mike!"

i shake him hard, but he's not responding.

"what did i do, what did i do?" i murmur, tears making their way down my face in a heavy waterfall.

i grab mike's shoulders and sit him up.

his eyes are open and dark, like dolls eyes.

no.

i put two fingers to his throat.

no pulse response.

"no, no mike, mike!" i yell, tears rushing down my face as i choke on sobs.

"mike! please! come back to me!" i scream. "mike!"

no response.

i, eleven wheeler, just murdered the boy who saved my life.

i sink down into a ball and scream. i scream at the top of my lungs, not caring who hears me.

i call out to him. i try to make a connection with him.

"el?"

i jerk up and look at mike's body.

still lifeless.

what the hell?

i get up, shaking, steadying myself with the wall.

then, i see the radio on our bedside table.

i focus all of my energy on the radio, turning it on and turning it to an empty station.

at first, nothing happens.

"eleven?" i hear creak out of the radio.

"mike?" i say. "mike, is that you?"

"el, el i-i think i'm in, well, i don't know where i am, but it's dark and empty," says mike through the static com of the radio.

mike's in the afterlife.

"el? el, i lo-,"

i turn the radio off.

i put my hands in my hair, letting more tears drop down my face.

i turn on my heels and walk out of the bedroom, making my way to the balcony that towers above the city of hawkins.

i open the glass sliding screen door, and step out.

i walk to the edge and look at the city.

i regret being alive.

i killed mike.

the thoughts come into my head, and i press a hand to my forehead.

i look down at the ground below me.

then, i see him.

i see mike standing there, in a blur.

he has his arms wide open, waiting for me.

i take a deep breath.

i step up on the edge of the balcony, and look down.

i still see mike.

"el," i hear come through the wind.

it's his voice.

i let go of the balcony railing, and put my arms out.

i'm coming, mike.

i take a final step off of the ledge, and feel weightless, like a bird as my body falls off of the railing, and falls closer to mike.

END.

don't attack me i cried while writing this too

i had a shit day today, so i hope yours is better. have a great day, loves. <3