It Will Rain

Chapter eight

I'm really frustrated right now. I made this chapter about an hour ago. I liked it and it was sad but it deleted. Now I'm re-writing it and there is no way that it's gonna be as good as the original. Anyways enough of me complaining start music when you see #####. Enjoy!

Will

It's been a few days that I've been in the hospital. My arms are healing but they haven't gotten any better. And the doctors are gonna put me on medication when I get out. They say it's gonna help me get better mentally.

Mom and Jonathan finally went back to work. They understood that they have to pay the medical bills. I understood too. Hopper dropped Max and Eleven off a few hours ago but Billy came to pick Max up saying it was time for dinner. Mike was here too. You would think it'd be weird between the two of us after what happened but it wasn't. I liked that. It felt like everything has changed yet he made it seem the same.

But the three of us, alone, was awkward. Eleven doesn't know about me and Mike. And I'm pretty sure Mike doesn't plan on telling her anytime soon either. So here I am, pretending to sleep. Usually when I sleep Mike sits right next to my bed, holding my hand so that I won't have any bad dreams but today he sat next to El. And instead of holding my hand he held hers. That hurts.

They were whispering and giggling. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and quickly wiped it away before they looked over and saw. Don't even know why I'm worrying about them noticing when they were so focused on each other. What broke me all over again was the sound of a kiss.

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After a couple minutes Eleven left. Mike walked her to the door and sighed as he closed it behind her. Then he came and sat in the chair next to my bed. He reached for my hand but I pulled away. I flipped over so that my back was to him. "Will, you okay?" He asked. "I'm fine." I mumbled. "You sure?" He asked sounding genuinely concerned. That made the anger and pain in my chest bubble. "I said I'm fine!" I snapped. He flinched. "Okay. I'm sorry." He said quietly, barely a whisper before grabbing his bag and leaving out the room.

I don't know why I can't just be happy for him. I don't know why I can't just forget him. I don't know why I let myself believe everything he said. He doesn't love me. He never did and never will. He lied. He's a lier. A big stupid lier. Saying that made me feel childish but that was fine. He did lie. He hurt me. He HURT me. Again. After everything we said he still couldn't accept himself and decided to be with Eleven anyways. That's fine.

I was sobbing now. Hard sobs. The loud ones that fill the room. It hurts so bad. It's like my heart was being stabbed. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.

All the memories of me and Mike before El came flooding back, filling my head along with the reasons on why I did this to myself. How it felt so good. It felt good to know that in the next couple minutes I would have been free. I would have been away from all the pain and hurt caused by Eleven and Mike.

I began to cry harder. My pillow becoming soaked. Some doctors rushed in and was all asking if I was okay but I just continued crying and ignoring them. They all left the room to get some tests and when they left I started picking at the stitches on my arm. I want to die. I want to feel the relief of my breath being taken away. The feeling of the blood flowing down my arm.

They came back and forced me to stop. Mike's voice came to my head which made me scream and kick. Before I knew it I was being put into a chair where they strapped my arms and legs and I was being petaled somewhere else as I continued screaming and trying to break free.

"I wanna die!" I yelled at them. "Let me die!" I screamed. I continued to fight. Its like my insides were fighting for freedom. I didn't wanna be here no more. The more El and Mike popped into my head the more I screamed and tried to break free. It didn't help that I could feel the mind flayer. I could feel he was close. As if he was inside me again. I could feel the breeze of the upside down, the smell caught in my nose.

I could hear my dad yelling at me, calling me a faggot. A pussy. A wimp. I could hear Troy and James calling me a fairy. A girly boy. I could hear my mom, telling me everything was okay. That everything was fine. I felt like I was being drowned. I couldn't move. I could only turn my neck this way and that way. I felt a darkness in me that only the mind flayer had brought out. It was always there but he made it show. Here it was. My body was full of hurt, pain, anger, betrayal, sadness and something I couldn't make out. The doctors were running me down halls and into elevators until we were in a place I didn't recognize.

Then I felt something pointy go into my arm and I felt a fluid leak into me. My eyes grew heavy and it became hard to hold them open. I continued to scream and kick until my body grew numb. I just cried as I continued to get petaled. Then my eyes shut and I couldn't see anything. I tried to fight them back open but failed miserably.  I soon stopped trying and just let them shut.