Finding El •Stranger Things • ( ON HOLD)

Fuck You Hawkins

Feb 4,  1984                    12:40 am
(Hey so for some reason wattpad is screwing me over with the bold? Whenever I use the bold it won't let me out of it so it's gonna be like this for a while.)

WILL'S P.O.V
me, Jonathan, Joyce, Dustin, Lucas and Nancy stay crowded in my hospital room, all in a deep panic. When I threw up the slugs, Joyce, after a moment of screaming concerning the nurses, threw them away in the trash bin next to my bed, and for a straight ten minutes was staring at them crawl up the plastic of the trash bag. I sit staring straight ahead, my head pounding, heart racing, going in and out of consciousness. It was silent for a while, until Nancy spoke up.
"So... what are we supposed to do?"
No one answered. Instead, Jonathan reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded it and was staring at it, tears hitting the papyrus, leaving dark spots of tears, soaking through it. I was confused of what it was until I saw the crude black crayon on the back. It was my drawing. The one I left under my algebra homework. He found my secret. Dazed, I asked "wh-where did you find that?" Jonathan looked up, his eyes glazed with fog from the building of tears.
"So that is what this is, huh? Wh-what did you think you could hide it forever?" He said, and then flipped the paper over, showing the drawing of me throwing up slugs in the sink to everyone. There were gasps all around the room, and my mom covered her mouth with her hand. Tears started building in her eyes, too. "Will, how long has this been going on? Why haven't you told me?" She crouched beside me and grabbed my hand. "You know you can talk to me. B-baby please talk to me." By now tears were steaming down her face. I look at her, then I look down. "I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"How long has this been going on?" Jonathan asks.
"Since last Christmas."  More gasps.
"Imagine having slugs swim around in your Christmas dinner, getting covered in mashed potatoes." Dustin murmured to Lucas, making a gag sound. Lucas slapped his arm and rolled his eyes.
"It only acts up when something extreme happens, o-or if I get Anxiety. It was the worse when I had that fight with Mike.." I look up.
"Wh-where's Mike?" Everyone gave each other worried looks. "Is something wrong?" I ask.
Lucas looks at his feet then stares at me. "We.. sorta got in a fight." I looked at him wide eyed. "Don't worry.. it wasn't THAT bad.."
"Bullshit." Dustin says. "You nearly punched his eye out of it's socket! And look what he did to your head!" He said before reaching out to touch the lump on Lucas' head. Before he could touch it Lucas slapped his arm away. "Would you just SHUT UP! You're ruining everything!"
"Geez, someone's thong got stuck up someone's ass."
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Lucas exclaims.
"Oh don't act so innocent, mister I punched my best friend and now he hates me. It's not my fault I'm the only sensible one."
"Bite me!"
Then they went on babbling and arguing with each other. Jonathan tried to stop it, and I rolled my eyes.
"G-guys, cmon. Stop. Guys. GUY-"
He was interrupted by a nurse walking into the room.
"Is everything alright?" Silence. Lucas and Dustin then wrap their arms around each other and acted as if everything was alright, giving the nurse big cheesy smiles. "Yeah. Everything's fine." Lucas says. "A- ok." Dustin says, and then he gives the nurse a thumbs up. The nurse obviously doesn't believe it, so she looks around at the adults. Nancy speaks up, giving the nurse a warm grin. "Everything is fine, thank you." She says. The nurse shrugs and gives a fake smile. "Ok. I'm here if you need me." Then she shuts the door. Lucas and Dustin drops their fake smiles and pulled away from each other, looking annoyed. Nancy gives everyone a serious stare. "Now is not the time for bickering. Will is sick, and no ones knows where my brother is." She says, clenching her fists. "We need to get help. Hopper yes, but we need a doctor. A slug doctor." She says, looking around the room. She looks down. "I don't know where we would find anyone like that." I look at Jonathan. He's staring at her with great intensity, mesmerized by her sternness. God, just date her already, I thought. "Don't you agree Jonathan?" She asks, and looks at him. He stares at her for a moment, and then broke his daydreaming. "Y-yeah. Of course. We need to get help. But where would we find someone like that? Like.. like a slug doctor." Everyone sits in silence for a while. Then I had an idea. I don't know how it will work, but it's the only option. "I think I know." I said. I looked at my moms red stained face from crying. I nodded. She shook her head. "N-no. We can't."
"We have to mom." She doesn't argue it this time. She just stares, knowing there is no other way. "What is it?" Jonathan asks. Dustin looks up, mouth half open. "Hawkins lab."

KAREN'S P.O.V
I'm in my car, and it's almost 1 o clock. I've checked everywhere. I still can't find Mike. Now I'm breaking the speed limit, driving to the police station, hoping someone there would help me. Holly's in the back seat, crying. I try to not focus on that, but it's kinda hard. Juice isn't even shutting her up. "It's okay Holly, everything will be ok soon." I give a weary smile. 5 minutes later I pull into the parking lot of Hawkins Police Department. I walk in. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I call. No one. I sigh, tears streaming down my face. I look around. I spot a Walkie- talkie sitting next to some playing cards. I breathe in deeply and snatch it. I push the button. "Hello. This is Karen Wheeler, and I need someone to come down here, right. Now. My son is missing, and I don't know where he is. By now I'm sobbing. "Please, someone help." I wait a minute. Then I hear a gruffly man's voice come on the other line. "Who are you? How did you get this.?"
"I told you who I was DAMMIT!" I breathe in and out. "Look. I need someone to come down here now, I'll burn down this fucking place." I say sternly. The voice came back. "Oh yeah? What can you do?"
"I know how to do a lot. In fact, I am the 2nd place winner of the Key Survivalist competition in 1964." I hear him laugh.
"I don't care about your facts woman."
Rage filled inside me. I look around. I spot a lighter next to a pack of cigarettes. I grab it and put it right next to the walkie talkies speaker. I lit it, the snapping sound reaching the end of the line. "You hear that? That's a lighter. And you better be damn sure I have a tank of gasoline in the trunk of my car, waiting to smother this place. And i don't give a damn if I get locked up, ill be satisfied enough to know that I did my justice. Now you get down here and help me find my son, or the lord above won't even breathe from the black smoke." I sound stern, the old Karen away. I sound like the new Karen. The new Karen that don't give a damn. I like it. Silence was on the other end of the line. "Hello?"
After a few seconds the voice came back. "We'll be down in a couple of minutes." I smile, tears still flowing down my face. I then laugh hysterically, the craziness hitting me. What did I just do? I laugh so hard I got a stitch in my side. "FUCK YEAH!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "FUCK YOU HAWKINS!"

END OF CHAPTER! I like savage Karen 😤😤. Things bout to get intense real soon. Stay tuned

QOTD: least favorite ST character?
A: probably between Papa and Ted.

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