·𝟬𝟭𝟬· (Will Byers x Malereader)

Chapter One {Edited}

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering. Since I'm a light sleeper, I jumped up immediately.

It's a thing you pick up from living in a lab. Let's just say the consequences for not waking up at a certain time is traumatizing.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and ran to where the sound came from. When I got there I hid behind some bushes to see a house, that I somehow didn't notice before, with a broken window.

That must've been where the sound came from. I wonder what caused it. Should I be on guard? Is the bad men here? Did they find me? But that's impossible, no one even saw me get out-

I was once again snapped out of my thoughts by an alarming low growl. I looked the where it came from to see a demogorgan looking at the broken window.

Is there more than one of those? Was that what broke the window earlier? What if people are in that house? I don't think it would growl like that if there wasn't any prey. Maybe I should help get rid of it. 

My heart freezes for a moment as I walked out of the bushes, glaring at the thing in front of me. I bring one hand out, and clear all thoughts from my head. The demogorgan cries out in pain as the blue fire burned it alive. The familiarity of it's cries creating a sickening feeling.

At least it can't hurt me like it use to.

When it stops screeching, I bring my hand down, the fire going out with it. The silence causes me to think a bit. 

This can't be the only one.

My legs feel weak, but I still stand. Gripping my hair, my eyes scan the area for any more demogorgans. I don't see any but it doesn't help my growing paranoia.

I can't do it anymore!

{Flashback}

"NO! No no no no no! PLEASE! No more!"

The two guards holding both my arms with a deadly grip, ignore my every protest. Instead of having looks of pity, they glare at me every time I say something. They look more annoyed than anything.

I try burying my feet in the ground only for those marble tiles to betray me. My eyes burning with tears from the memories of going there flooding my thoughts. My throat hurting from the amount of screaming I've been doing, hoping to God they will be heard. My head hurts from my own screaming, pounding every inch of my head like hammers.

The man I'm forced to call "Papa" gave them the orders to bring me there again. With a snap of a finger, they came to take me there. Every time this happens, I'm always shocked at how someone could care less about someone getting hurt.

They put me in the tank, demanding me to find Eleven and tell them her location. Unfortunately, for them at least, I don't even have the ability to do that like she does. I try to tell them this but they didn't believe me.

They never believe me.

Papa was not pleased with me resisting, and that leads me here. Begging them to not bring me there. No matter how many times they send me, I will always be terrified of that place.

Even if I did have powers to find her, it wouldn't have been any different, and he knows that. I would do anything for Eleven. She saved my life and even stood up for me. It's the least I could do. I owe her.

She's like a sister to me. Biological sister, no. But we treat each other like siblings. And that's enough for me to call her a sister.