Broken Souls ||Mileven|| (DISCONTINUED)

❣️Prologue❣️

Mike's POV

It's been a year since the horrible night that Eleven has disappeared into the upside down. Everyone thinks she is dead and that she is never coming back. They are wrong, all of them. Eleven is out there, somewhere, and she is probably cold, scared, and all alone.

The same night she was gone, some people from the Hawkins Laboratory came to my house and asked me questions about El.

"I told you everything"

"I understand this is difficult, Michael",one is the agents proceeded for me to go on.

"I don't know where she is" I said, "And even if I did, I would never tell you...I would never tell you"

"I know it's difficult to accept" the women who was next to me told me. "The story she told you were not true. She is a very dangerous individual"

"If she contacts you, you must tell us" said the man right before the women did.

"Otherwise, you are putting yourself, and your entire family at risk. Do you understand"

Once she said that, something caught my eye and I saw her. I saw El through the window outside my house. I saw half of her face, staring right at me. She looks...hurt. Not physically, but mentally hurt.

"Do you understand, Michael?" The women repeatedly to me but I didn't respond. Instead, both of them look at the same direction as me and looked at the window. After that moment, all of them left my house to look for her.

The day after, the laboratory men didn't find her and told us that she is probably at the upside down and she is probably dead. My family and friends believed them, I didn't. I know what I saw, and I saw her.

It hurts, it hurts to think that el is gone forever. Every night I go the basement and try to contact her through the walkie-talkie if there is a possibility she is still alive. So far, nothing. I looked down at my wrists, I cut in order to take the pain away, but it still stays there. I only do it when I'm feeling depressed and need something to make it stop. I use the sharp side of the pencil sharpener to cut myself. I took my razor that I had in my basement and pulled up my sleeves. I was about to do my usual routine when my mom suddenly bursts into the basement.

"Mike you have school tomorrow. You have been here for the entire day. Get to bed" my mom stated.

I didn't respond, instead, I did what she told me and went back to my room. I decided not to do it today, probably tomorrow.

I made it to my room and let all tears out that I've been holding on all day. I miss her so much. Who knew that by losing one person in your life could change you. Although I have many people I care in my life and they care about me, El was special to me. I only met her for a week and I've fallen in love with her. Tomorrow will be another painful day without her presence. Every night, I ask myself the same question: Will I ever see her again?

"Eleven"

That's was the last thing I said before I cried myself to sleep.

Eleven's POV

Day 342. It's been 342 days since I saw Mike. One tear rolled down my cheek. I missed him so much. I stayed at a small cabin deep in the woods with Hopper. He found me when I was lost in the woods and wanted to protect me from the "bad men". However, he has to work at the Hawkins Police Station so most of the time, I stay here by myself. The only entertainment thing to do in this place it watch TV.

The purpose of the TV other than looking at it is to contact Mike. I never really get to have a conversation with him. It's always like I'm invisible.

I've become saddened everyday because Hopper keeps telling me that I will see him soon? The problem is that I don't know when is soon. Do I have to wait another 342 days, or even more?! I can't wait anymore!

It hurts to wait until I can see Mike. He was the first person who I've fallen I love with. And he was the first to kiss me too.

For the past months, I have been having nightmares. Hopper always comes into my room and comforts me as I cried into his shirt. I can't tell him about my nightmares because it can't never get it out and tell him. The nightmares I've been having was about papa, and he's coming back at get me for his experiments. I don't want to go back there again. I hate that place. Another re-occurring nightmare I've been having is Mike leaving me. That one scares me even more than the first one. I wonder if he still remembers me after all these days?

I look at the clock and it reads 11:11. I'm still in the living room and the TV is still on, sorf of. I tried to contact Mike but I couldn't. Did he already forgot about me? We're the nightmares real?

More tears roll down my face. Hopper must've woken up because he walked into the room.

"Eleven, it's late. You must get some sleep" Hopper whispered in a soothing but tired voice.

"I miss him"

Hopper walked over to me and said, "I know it's hard for you, but I promise you will see him"

"Promise?"

"Promise" he smiled.

He walked me over to my room and turned off the lights as I went to bed.

"When is soon?" I asked him before he was about to leave.

"Soon enough" After he said that, he was gone.

I couldn't hold it anymore and I began to cry my little heart out. I cried until no more tears could come out.

"Mike"

So here is the prologue. Hope you enjoyed it. I will probably update the first chapter in a few days, or hours, who knows. Honestly I don't think people will read it...

Should I continue it?