𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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Mike Wheeler awoke screaming and sobbing from a nightmare. No, not a nightmare, but a flashback. A flashback of El being killed. He had been having these flashbacks for a while. He couldn't get a grip on himself. He felt weak. He had too much emotion bottled up inside, and he hadn't talked to anyone about anything in weeks. Not since that day. July 4th, when he lost El. He didn't want to talk about it with anyone. He didn't want to be here. In this mess of sadness and pain. He wanted all of this misery to stop. If she was gone, this was the end for him, right? "What if I just end this? Right now?" he thought. "Yes, I'm pretty sure dad has a gun, that will be a quick way to-" his thoughts were cut off by a voice, he wasn't quite sure if it was in his head or not, but he heard it. "Mike, no." it said. It was Els voice. Mike looked around hopelessly. "El?" he said, confused. His eyes then wandered to his alarm clock. It read 3:15 am. "3:15," he thought. "three-one-five." he laughed through tears. He closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep again. He couldn't. He quietly got out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs to the basement. The tall teen walked over to the pillow fort he had made for El, almost 3 years before. He went in and laid down. He fell asleep, remembering the sweet sound of her voice. Was he remembering? Or was that really her voice? He listened. "Mike..." the voice faded. Mike slowly drifted off towards sleep, the memory of El softening in his heart.