I MISS YOU : a stranger things fic

I Miss You

"You're so beautiful, baby, you know that?" The brunette male kissed down his lovers throat. A soft gasp left her lips at his kiss, and she reached to entangle her fingers in his hair. "Absolutely-" A scream cut off his next sentence and the female's eyes widened, and all that she could focus on was the sound of the screams. How painful and agonising they were. Hands pawed at her shirt, fumbling to lift it up.
"Don't you hear that?" She demanded suddenly, trying to swat away his hands.
"Hear what, Nancy?" He mumbled against her throat, still insisting on lifting her top off. He was too drunk to know otherwise, but how could he not hear the screaming? Nancy pulled away, letting go of Steve entirely and looking around. Where was it coming from? Why couldn't he hear it? Was she losing her mind? Nancy didn't know, nor at this point did she care. She just wanted to put an end to it.
"The screaming, Steve, the screaming! How are you not hearing it?" She asked, running a hand through her dampened curls, turning to face -
"You mean my screaming, Nancy?" In the spot where Steve had stood miliseconds before, now an even more familiar face stood.

Barbara.

At least, Nancy assumed it was Barbara. She looked almost the same, but there was something different. Not just her eyes, although they were yellow - bright yellow and bloodshot. Not the blood staining her lips (although that, too, were disturbing). Not even that razor sharp teeth in the grin she held. It wasn't even the claws she had instead of hands. Limp by Barbara's feet lay Steve, blood gushing out of the gaping wound Barbara had made by tearing at his throat. Horrified, Nancy covered her mouth with her hands, stifling a sob.
"Barbara, this isn't you," she whispered, shaking her head weakly.
"What would you know? You left me for dead so you could get it on with Steve 'the hair' Harrington! Was it worth it? Was he worth it, Nancy?" Barbara taunted, lifting up Steve effortlessly, like he was a rag doll. She slowly, tauntingly walked towards the brunette, who was unable to move.
"Do you still love me?" Barbara mocked Steve's voice, moving his head as he 'spoke', pressing the corpse's lips to Nancy's. She screamed, pushing Steve's body away from her.
"You don't love him? Is that because you love Jonathan?" Barbara asked, grinning as the door swung open and Jonathan stood there.
"Jonathan, run!" She begged, tears streaming down her face. It was almost as if he couldn't hear her, as he stepped towards Barbara. Nancy tried moving, tried everything to stop Barbara from hurting him - she couldn't let him die, too! Tears rolled down her cheeks, and all Nancy wanted was for this to all be over. "Please, Barbara, stop!" She shrieked, "hurt me, it's me you want, not Jonathan." Her breath caught, and for a brief, heavenly second it seemed Barbara would contemplate it.
"You're right, I do want to hurt you." She agreed, smiling widely, "so, killing Jonathan is the only sensible thing to do." With that, Barbara thrusted her claw through Jonathan's chest -

"JONATHAN!" Panting, the brunette sat bolt upright, hand pressed over her heart. She took shuddery breaths, blinking slightly to adjust to the darkness of her bedroom.

It was all a nightmare.

Or was it?

Her hands numbly reached to flick her lamp on, and she reached for the telephone, hands trembling as she rang up the Byers household. It rang, once, twice, three times before there was finally an answer.
"Who... Uh, who is this?" A soft sigh left Nancy's lips before she smiled slightly, before she hung up without saying anything. She'd just had a bad dream.

Again.

One would have liked to have thought that Nancy had had every nightmare out there so far, but every night it seemed to get worse and worse; tonight the worst by far. She hated them, but, she supposed it was her punishment. It was her and Steve's fault that Barbara was dead, hers especially. They were friends, and Nancy abandoned her. If they had went home together, none of this would have happened. Barbara would be alive.