<𝕓𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕣> 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 / 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 <𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖>

𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝟚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟛
𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤:
𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤
𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖
𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘
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The rusting has gotten worse.

The creaking noise was deafening. Every single time he moved the sound would fill his eardrums like it was the only sound out there. It wasn't. There were crickets, and the trees rustled with the wind.

Will stared down at his lap as he swung silently. This was a normal occasion. He'd retreat back to a place of comfort whenever he found himself suffering from anxiety, or depression. He'd come where he was most happy... although the memory had turned a bit too bitter for his taste.

The memory of him. His hair. His eyes. His smile. His kindness... but it's honestly depressing on how fast his kindness had turned sour. How fast his smile turned into a frown. How painstakingly fast his eyes had turned dull whenever they'd land on him.

He always loved him, but sadly, another had stolen his heart.

Will let out a sigh as he slid off the swing and onto the cold, damp grass. He laid back and stared up and the star-filled sky. He replayed the memory over and over again.

Don't you think she's coming between all of us? You never hang out with us anymore it's always El, El, El!

It's not my fault Will! She makes me happy and I want to spend my time with someone who makes me happy!

We don't make you happy anymore?

You never made me happy Will! My happiness started when I found El and it will always be that way! Get over yourself.

Mike...

No Will! All you do is depress people with your trauma, sure we feel bad but c'mon man grow up! It happened to all of us! Do us all a favor and forget about it already!

Will felt a tear slip down his face as he got up. If he could forget he would. If he could take every single memory he had and throw it away he would. He would forget the upside down, he would forget the mind flayer.. he'd forget everything.

Maybe there was another way. Another way to forget. Another way to make everyone's life easier. A way where his mom wouldn't have to spend so much money on his therapy. A way his brother could live his life without having to worry about him. A way his friends didn't have to listen to him bitch and complain about shit.

A way that would be quick and.. hopefully painless to forget about his memories. To forget everything.

Now Will finds himself staring down at the water. It seems as though the quarry had gotten taller. This is where it all begun. Where his 'body' was found. Where his friends and family were ready to let go of him for the first time.. how ironic.

As he stared he grew uneasy. Was he making the right choice? He decided to take a moment to decipher the pros and the cons.

The cons: everybody will worry. Everybody will always be reminded of everything. Everything would be the same forever. He would never be happy.

The pros: nobody would have to worry about him. His mother could use the extra money for herself, his brother can live the life he wanted to in NYU. His friends could move on from the past, they can thrive together and be happy. He was never really important to the group, the only thing that made him special was being saved by eleven.

That tallies it up. As he stepped to the ledge his heartbeat increased. He was sweating. He felt remorse for something that he hadn't even done yet, but he couldn't just sit there and let everyone else suffer. He had to do something.

He lifted his foot over the edge. He gulped as he balanced. Every thought of 'am I doing the right thing' ran through his head like a race car. This would be leaving. Leaving everything he knew and loved. Every single bit of happiness he had ever felt. Every single moment of his life where he was at his best came flossing through his mind.

But as he thought more, every single bad thing had started coming through as well. He remembered being dragged to the upside down. Barely escaping that beast as he ran and hid for the next week. He remembers how cold it was. How alone he felt.

He remembered the mind flayer. He remembered how it took over his entire brain. How he was still conscious when he sent those soldiers to their death. How he had gotten Bob killed. How he had caused the death of every single person in that lab. He remembered being possessed. He remembered hurting the ones he loved, but the one thing that hurt him the most.. was having to watch his mom adjust to losing the person she had grown to love after his dad.

Will chuckled at the thought. After years and years of telling Will that the world would be better off without him.. Will had never once even thought that he would be agreeing with his deadbeat dad... and if his dad was right about that.. what else was he right about?

Was he right about Will being a failure, was he right about how Will's death could've helped the family. Was he right about the fact that even if Will had left, everything would be the same.. as if he were never there.

Will took in a shaky breath as he closed his eyes. He gulped as he leaned forward, praying to god that this was the right choice, that if it wasn't, god would send someone to stop him... but..

His foot had left the stability of the cliff.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach as he fell, as it usually would on a roller coaster.

Everything was in slow motion.. the air in his hair. His body going limp.

Just before he hit the water he had heard one last voice call to him.

Just before he lost consciousness from the fall itself he had heard him. The voice he would never expect.

Will!