Pain. Pain was all Will could think. All he could feel. He wanted to scream, but he didn't. It would be hell to explain to his mom, so he bite his lip until it bled. He wasn't going to scream.
He pulled the blankets off his legs and gagged. His legs were much worse then his arms. Along with bites and cuts, small chunks had been taken out of them.
Will tour his eyes away from his legs and started to focus on walking. He was able to stand for a fraction of a second before he felt his legs start to give out. He tried to regain control over his legs by holding onto the wall, and was able to keep himself from failing flat on his face.
He manged to get out of his room and into the bathroom that was across the hall. Will bite his lip again as he sat down against the wall, and began to rummage under the sink.
Will remembered that they had bandages a while back, but if they still had any was debatable. His eyes did a quick search and found no bandages. Just duct-tape in a empty tissue box.
He grabbed the tape and began to ripe long pieces off. Will held his breath as he put a piece onto a large cut that went across his leg. He patted it down and made sure to wasn't going to come off.
He took a sharp breath as he continued to put more tape on his legs. Will knew this wasn't a good idea, it was going to be so much worse when he had to take it off, but right now, it was all he could do.
He finished up his legs and began to work on his arms, which went better than his legs, at least until he messed up. Will looked at it with wide eyes, knowing he had to rip it off, or it would ruin the entire thing.
So taking a deep breath, he grabbed the corner and ripped off the tape, along with more skin.
At first, nothing changed, but then his body realized, "Oh shit. We're missing even more of our arm. Better start the pain five seconds later!"
So Will was left alone, clutching his arm, trying not to scream in fear of waking up his mom and ruining her life.
Again.
Will knew he had to keep working, so he ignored the pain and went back to work. The only thing he had left to do, was he chest now.
He looked at how much tape he had left, and cursed when he saw that there was only about a third of tape left.
He shook his head as he slowly began to lift his shirt up. The cold bathroom air hit Will like a truck, knocking his breath out of his lungs once again. He held his breath, or what was left, as he began to cover his chest in the tape. Not wanting to leave a single cut uncovered.
But of course, most of the bites and cuts weren't covered. He ran out of tape and he was left with only half of his body not bleeding.
But he knew that was all he could do, so he stood up and got ready to leave. But his eyes fell on the mirror.
His face was always ugly in his opinion, but now it looked even worse. His eyes had major dark circles under, and his skin was far too pale. He hated his face then, but now he despises it.
He turned away from the mirror and headed to his room to get ready for school.
_______________________________"Will! Are you up?" Joyce walked into the kitchen, surprised when she didn't see he youngest son. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup of room temperature coffee, "Will? Sweetie, it's time to leave!"
She brought the drink to her lips and took a quick sip, finding the taste terrible she left the cup on the counter.
Joyce stood in the kitchen for a few more seconds, not hearing any sounds. It was eerie to say the least. She shook her head as she started to walk towards Will's room.
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Better Never Last
FanficEverything is better. People smile now. They don't think about what happened with Will Byers. No one wants to go through it again. And that's why Will doesn't tell anyone about his dream. He knows that he can't go another sleepless night, but he c...