𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 {ᵐⁱˡᵉᵛᵉⁿ}

Chapter 6: Scars

A HUGE thank you to @353days6 for keeping me motivated and helping me with ideas, lysm! Okay, so I did a double English lesson in school today, it is currently 5:34pm, I've got my writing playlist on. I am ready.

A beautiful and refreshing 9:00am summer morning breeze crept upon Hawkins as the sun crept higher and higher in the sky. The kitchen window of the Byers Household was wide open allowing the fresh air in to cool the heavy air that held within the small house. Jonathan had left to meet Nancy somewhere about five minutes ago, Joyce was sat on the couch filling in forms for the funeral, stopping every now and then to run both of her shaky hands through her perfect brunette hair every so often, indicating she was very stressed. A few meters away from the woman was her cute and innocent 14 year-old son Will Byers, staring out of the open window while munching on some buttered toast. She gave him a smile to which he did not return due to him being so invested into his day dreaming. Joyce ignored the fact and continued filling in the stupid paperwork.

Will was sat contently at the kitchen table, taking one bite of his toast, not completely taking notice of what was going on around him. He was wearing a matching Star Wars pajama set, his red slippers, and his hair was all over the place and messy, though he didn't take notice because he was so invested in his thoughts, this was the first time in a while he actually got time to think and contemplate about what has just happened, what is happening, and what will happen.

Will loved El, he really did, El had saved his life so many times; she was funny, she was kind, she had superpowers, but all of a sudden having a girl who is exactly the same age as you, who also grew up as an experiment in a lab and who's father just died living with you....was a little bit strange. The teenage boy then couldn't help but think: if 2 years ago today, I could look and see everything that was coming, maybe I could have changed it, and maybe right now I could be getting ready to go to the local pool or the quarry with the party, our only worry being going to high school. Maybe if I stayed at Mike's house a little longer, or we had a shorter campaign, I wouldn't have been pulled into this mess, and more importantly, I wouldn't have pulled anybody else into this mess. Maybe if I let Dustin win when we were racing on our bikes that night, I would have gotten home safely and gone to school the next morning, talking about the campaign. Wouldn't it be nice for things to go back to the way they were? When can I finally be happy?

Will hadn't lived the best life. Although he was so so so grateful for his mom and Jonathan, and the things he got to do in his childhood, and the things he was given, it was nothing compared to Lucas or Mike, or the majority of kids in his school; his dad left him at a young age, his family lived off of very little money, he had a small group of friends, he had been bullied his whole life, and he was different to everybody else. He was much smaller than the others, and he had a different style and different interests to everybody else - all his friends were into Star Wars and action figures, which, he completely was, but over everything he loved art - his source of comfort. In school he was known as a 'nerd' or a 'fairy' or a 'queer'. So what if I am?

Next thing he knows, he has been introduced to the twisted and ugly side of Hawkins, the sourness that overtakes the sweet taste in the town. There were two sides to Hawkins, and to Will, neither of them were pretty, because to him, there was no escape. At the young age of twelve, he was introduced to new people, new places, new things, new lies, that had been chasing him for his whole life. He was then expected to hold this weight way above his capacity and keep the sinister secrets that lay beneath the happiness and peacefulness of Hawkins, and that weight never left, it never got smaller, it only grew with him, day after day, week after week, year after year, incident after incident ,after incident, and he couldn't help but wonder: when is this weight going to cause me to fall, and finally break?