𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 {ᵐⁱˡᵉᵛᵉⁿ}

Chapter 8: Don't cry, please?

I took a small break from writing - I was losing inspiration, also I just went back to school (properly, not online) at the start of September, so I have been super busy. BUT I am back better than ever, and thanks again @353days6 for keeping me inspired. I really enjoy video calling and sending each other small mileven stories, and all our other amazing conversations. (Oh btw possible one shot book coming soon?) ANYWAYS: onto the chapter. ;)

2 Days later 

It was a beautiful Hawkins summer morning for all those who did not go through the trauma of what was a few days ago. It was around 10am and the hot sun was bouncing against the bedroom windows as it rose higher in the beautiful sky. As El combed through her soft, bouncy brown curls, that went just above her shoulders, beautifully acting like a cute bob, she began walking out of Will's bedroom, seeing not only just Jonathan, Joyce and Will, but Mike and Max too. 

She took a step back and stopped brushing her hair as she tried to think of a conclusion as to why they were here, not that she was complaining, but a reasonable solution just simply did not come to mind. They all stared at her silently as she walked closer into the kitchen and placed her brush (well, Joyce's brush) on the table. 

El was wearing a pair of grey joggers that belonged to Will, and a pink t-shirt which belonged to Joyce. She hadn't worn her own clothes for days. But it wasn't just that; she needed toiletries, personal items. She needed to pack up her entire bedroom and help pack up the rest of the cabin, she needed to know what things they were going to take when they move (when she finds out) because although nobody would tell her this to her face, this was the last time they'd be back at the cabin.

Awkwardly, the 14 year-old girl pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. Her first instinct was to look, of course, at Mike, and when she did she just saw guilt and sorrow in his dark brown eyes, "W-what's going on?" El said in her usual quiet tone, which was music to Mike's ears.

"Sweetie," Joyce said as she stood up and walked closer to her, kneeling next to her, and pushing a strand of her perfect curls behind her delicate ears as she looked into her eyes, "We think it's time we collect your things from the cabin. Don't you?" 

Everyone paused. They all just looked at El, for her reaction. Was she going to run away again? Was she going to cry? Was she going to surprise everyone and be okay with it? Nobody knew what was coming, though Joyce could see tears welling up in her eyes as she pondered at the thought. "You need your own clothes, your own toiletries, the things you want to keep from your room and-" Joyce paused. "Hop's room?"

The young brunette was trying her best not to cry in front of everybody. She understood that they needed to go back, but she never really thought about what was going to happen until now. She tried to hold back the tears, she really really did, but after the past few days, and everything else that had gone through in her short 14 years of being on this world she was struggling to keep it back. "U-um," she said, her voice trembling, "I-I guess I'll go get r-ready.." but..she was already ready...this time her voice was breaking, and a few tears were dripping down her eyes as she stood up, everybody watching her in silence, especially Mike.

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As El closed the door of Will's and now her bedroom, her emotions took over her as she thought of going to the cabin for the last time, with Hopper not there, and seeing it in the state it was left in. If she was being honest with herself she would prefer to simply not go back. To leave what happened there in the past, to move on.

She put her hand harshly over her mouth to avoid making too much noise, and to avoid making it obvious she was crying. She walked over slightly so that she was against the wall, and her back slowly fell down it, her hand still wrapped tightly around her mouth, and when she finally couldn't hold it in any longer she let out a few loud sobs.