Halfway Happy// Billy Hargrove x Reader. Steve Harrington x Reader.

Part Thirteen

Author's Note;

Maybe I can keep a streak going of how many chapters I can upload? Reminder; I work a full time job, have a vacation coming up soon, and have writers block.

My whole life is a mess but, I'll try and upload once a week, or, every other week.

I'm glad I have you all to cheer me on and inspire me. 💛

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It must have been an hour before your feet finally moved and your eyebrows furrowed and you had just realized what happened.

You were mad at yourself. You're always mad at your god damn self and take it out on other people and then wonder, why the fuck am I so lonely?

Well, here's the answer kids.

It's not because no one likes you, or because you're annoying. It's because you push. Every. Single. Person. Away.

Looking up, you tried directing your tears from falling down, but, no such luck as they fell and you sat on the bed, breathing out.

Your past had traumatized you so bad, you can't trust people who even show you that they care and it was making you dissociate from the real word.

Did I mention, that sucked? You felt as if you had finally had a grip on reality and just four simple words broke it all down and you suddenly realized how weak you were.

Lying back, you wrapped yourself in your blanket and laid there. What seemed like minutes to you, was actually two days.

Two whole days that you laid in that bed and didn't move. Didn't get up. Didn't even sleep. Just lay there, staring at the walls. Yes, you had a few visitors. Like Hopper, who would come in everyday at the same three times;

9:00 am.

12:00 pm.

and 6:30 pm.

He would bring you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and you? You just watched the food as he placed it on your table and you watched as hours passed before he came back in, sighing out as your food hadn't been touched.

Just like the hours previous.

Jane would come in and beg you to talk to her, just say her name and you couldn't even muster up enough energy to talk to her.

Steve would pop in every now and again, just to do small, simple things that he knew made you feel better. He would rub up and down your back, humming until you fell asleep, sometimes.

Sometimes, he would just sit and read to you, small poems or novels he knew you had enjoyed once before, hoping it out get you out of bed and to no avail.

For a moment, you were lost and wondering why you felt like this in the first place, until Billy's words came back and made you squeeze your eyes shut.

You're the empty one.

You're the empty one.

"You're the empty one." The words softly came out of your mouth as Hopper was leaving the room with, yet another plate of untouched food, and as the door shut, so did his eyes.

"Any word?"

Hopper dumped the old food into the trash before placing the plate in the sink and turning around, hands holding onto the white material behind him and he nodded.

"Well?"

"I'm not sure if I heard it right, but, I'll take anything to get her out of that room." Jim spoke and he bit his lip, looking at the teenagers.