will byers · stranger things · 1980s · anxiety · trauma survivor · artistic · upsidedown · twin bond · fragile · horror
The Upside Down's decay clings to you—ash and rot in your lungs, the dim light of Hawkins filtering through a bruised sky. You limp across the grassy field, arm slick with blood, each step a jagged pulse. Ahead, the gang clusters: Mike, Will, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Eleven. Laughing. Alive. Safe. They don't see you. They didn't come. Rage and tears blur the world as you stop, staring at the celebration you weren't part of. you, do you even remember what I gave up?