𝖢𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 || 𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖵𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖮𝖭

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 11

Leah

Bob Newbie died.

Will was the host of some being from the Upside Down.

There was an open gate inside the laboratory.

There were hundreds, maybe even thousands, of Demogorgons escaping from there and invading Hawkins.

Eleven had disappeared.

My arm was injured.

All of this in less than 12 hours.

To be completely honest, I don't remember much since my head was still quite fuzzy and lightheaded, but I do recall that the sounds were coming from the lab where Jim, Joyce, Mike, and Will were. Also, if I remember correctly, Nancy and Jonathan were together, so I guess Steve wasn't too happy about that.

That's when Jim showed up and took us away from there, taking us to the closest place: the Byers' house. Behind him, Joyce came, with Will and Mike in the car. Will, however, was unconscious, since keeping him awake would reveal our location to the being inside him.

In the house, While Mike and Jim discussed whether to wait or face the monsters, my arm started to throb. So, without causing any alarms, I discreetly left the room and walked to the bathroom of Joyce Byers' house. Before I could reach it, I passed by one of the rooms where she was.

You could feel her pain. The pain of losing someone. And that someone didn't even know what they were getting into when they agreed to enter her life. I barely knew Bob, only crossed paths with him a few times when I came to take care of Will, when the two went out on a date. He was a really nice guy. He knew a little bit of everything, which made the small talks interesting. And, most importantly, he seemed to make Joyce happy. Happy like I had never seen her.

And it hurt to see someone I cared about so much... so helpless. With sadness. With hatred. With guilt. With a thirst for vengeance.

But I couldn't do anything. Not now. I didn't want to intrude on her moment. Such a personal moment.

I continued my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. When I removed the piece of Steve's coat, soaked with my blood, I could see the extent of the damage. Although I'm not an expert or a doctor, I could deduce that nothing there would affect my mobility and that no cut had affected a critical area, like a vein. However, there were darker residues in some areas of the cuts.

Strange...

Opening the cabinet, I took gauze and antiseptic. I washed my arm to remove the excess blood, and as I applied the products over the scratches, it felt like I had put my arm in hellfire. I had to hold onto everything to avoid making any sound that would alert the rest of the people.

After a lot of effort and many gauzes, I finished. Looking at the damage, the dark spots were still there. Arching an eyebrow, not understanding, I decided to touch the area. It... felt very wrong.

It was sticky, like some kind of goom. However, in some parts, it was becoming rigid and dry.

In front of me, not far from the sink, there was a pair of tweezers. I picked it up, washed it, disinfected it, and decided to see if I could use it to remove those things. With all the care in the world, I took the tweezers to the dark area, grabbed it lightly, and pulled.

And, regretted it, immediately.

It seemed like it was attached to me. With my hand squeezing some random towel tightly, I applied more pressure. I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming, almost tearing flesh and drawing some blood from it. I almost lost the strength in my left arm from the pain I felt in it. It was at that moment that maybe I was pulling something I shouldn't, like a part of my own flesh.