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Mike stared up at his ceiling. He had been there for hours. The party was supposed to come over but everyone had canceled. Even Will. He had gotten out of bed to go to the arcade to take his mind off the sudden change when he saw all of them around a game. The whole party. Without him. Sure, he couldn’t see their faces but there was only so many red heads in Hawkins. Mike kept replaying the scene in his head, over and over and over. He wanted to cry.
Mike turned his head to his bedside table. Somewhere hidden in there was a small blade and antidepressants. Could I.. .? They all seemed fine without me. It wouldn’t really matter. Mike’s face softened at the thought. It would be so easy.. . Mike shook his head. He stood up, walking to Nancy's room. After Will had gone missing, Nancy had said that Mike could come to her for anything. This.. . This counted as anything right?
Mike knocked softly on the door. When there was no answer, he knocked a little harder. “Nancy? Naaaance!” He heard a loud sigh before footsteps and the door opened.
“What, Mike? I’m busy,” Nancy said, annoyance obvious in her voice. Mike recoiled slightly.
“Oh. Sorry. Just.. . I dunno, I wanted to watch a movie with you.” Mike mumbled, picking at his nails.
“You bothered me so you could ask to watch a movie?” Nancy looked pissed.
“Well, yeah. Uhm.. .”
“Uhm” Nancy mocked, standing fully out of her room now. “Don’t bother me. You have friends for that. Or did they all finally decide they don’t like you anymore?” Nancy whisper-shouted. Mike tensed, looking away. He wasn’t going to cry. Especially not in front of Nancy. “Seriously, Mike, that's pathetic. Coming to me for a movie. Just— go away.”
“Right,” Mike's voice cracked. He turned on his heel, heading towards his room. “Sorry for bothering you.” Nancy slammed her door.
Mike shut his door with a quiet click, sliding down it with a weak sob. He curled into himself, knees to his chest. He sniffled. Mike sat there letting silent tears fall for a couple minutes before he stood up, wiping his tears. He walked towards the bedside table. He shuffled through it, finding the blade. Nancy didn’t like him anymore, the party didn’t need him anymore. He held it up, the metal catching the dim light outside. Mike looked at his wrist. He had such a prominent vein. His hand moved before he could stop it.
It would be so easy to just—
He hissed slightly as the cut bled rapidly.
Not even 10 minutes later, Mike was back on his bed with a content smile. He shut his eyes. The cuts from wrist to elbow stung like hell but they bled too. Mike hoped they bled enough so he wouldn’t wake up. He felt cold. And tired. So tired. Mike shut his eyes, letting the blood seep into his blanket.
Nobody would really miss him if he was gone. Not like Will. The thought of Will made his heart tug. Will was so strong. Surely just one more loss would be ok. If he had done something wrong towards the party, he hoped this would fix it. That he would never be able to hurt anyone ever again.