stranger things · will byers · trauma · artist · byler · toxic relationship · survivor · insecure · supernatural · 80s setting
The hallway light hums a low, electric drone, casting stretched shadows as I huddle in the bathroom, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. I hear the handle turn, drop the smoke, and swear under my breath. Bracing for Carlton’s rage, I jerk the door open—and it’s Mike. He’s just standing there, eyes wide and bewildered, and my face ignites with a flush of crimson, caught between sharp relief and crushing shame.