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MENTAL HEALTH WARNING
This story has suicidal thoughts and maybe suicidal attempts? Also underage drinking. And has a slur (I am allowed to say irl)
Mike was laying in his unmade bed. He needed to get up, drink water, eat, shower do anything human. But what was the point anymore? Everyone hates him, Lucas, Dustin, Max, El, and.. Will. Will fucking Byers hates him. His Best Friend, or should he say his Ex Best Friend.
Will moved back from California 11 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days ago. It’s not like he was keeping track or anything. Now almost all of his friends hate him. Will changed a lot. Everyone has, but especially Will. He has grown he’s taller.
Mike and Will fought over something so stupid. Will lied to him. Made him think El was still in love with him and that there was a chance to save the relationship but then when Mike found out he might have confronted Will. But who wouldn’t? He lied to Mike yet now everyone hates him how is that fair?
“I need a drink.” Mike was done thinking about this. He got up off of his bed and sneaked out of his room. It was late enough for everyone to be asleep but he wanted to make sure not to wake them up. He tiptoed down the stairs walking past his father passed out on his recliner. Ted stirred in the chair. Mike’s heart dropped and he froze.
He doesn’t know why his mom was still with Ted. He was a stupid alcoholic asshole. Ted was overjoyed when the party stopped coming over, and hanging out with Mike. He said “It was about time you stopped hanging out with those faggots and focused on doing something with your life.” Which doesn’t make any sense because none of his friends were fairies. There were always rumors especially about Will but that doesn’t mean that it was true. Mike would know.
Mike swears to himself he will never become like his father, and if he does he is going to kill himself. He does drink from time to time but he could stop anytime he wanted. His father started to snore again.
He grabbed a bottle and bottle opener and walked back up to his room. He heard his dad stirring but didn’t stay around to see if he woke up.
Once he heard the snore of his father he quietly walked to the fridge. Opening it and grabbing out a beer and closing the door. before walking up the stairs he quickly opened the drawer next to the fridge and grabbed a bottle opener.
He ran up the stairs and until he made it to his room, once inside he closed the door locking it. He sat on his bed, opening the bottle of beer. He didn’t partially like the taste of beer but he sure as hell liked how it made him feel.
The alcohol burned going down his throat.
Once he and the party stopped being friends he started to consume himself in music and DND he found this group called hellfire, which was fun and his parents definitely would not approve of what they did every Friday at Eddie's trailer. Eddie was the DM of the group. Dustin originally found him but he is always busy on fridays. Eddie is like the cool older sibling Mike never had.
He opened his window, pushing out the screen climbing out. He normally would just sit on the room, but tonight he decided to go for a walk. He hopped down off the side of the little ledge outside of his window. A bit of his drink dripped down his wrist leaving a sticky residue.
Mike started to walk, he didn’t really have a plan on where he was going, maybe he would try going to Eddies. Nope Eddie would kill Mike for waking him up. The more he walked the more he recognized, he didn’t think he was walking for that long but little did he know he somehow walked all the way to the Quarry.
He sat down on the edge, chugging the rest of his beer, setting the glass to his side. He stared down at the water, this is the same place he jumped off to save Dustin. Maybe it would have been easier if El never saved him.
He heard a couple cars drive pass then, he heard one stop.
”You’re not planning on jumping are you?” He heard a familiar voice say.
He has heard this voice before. Where has he heard this.
“I asked you something.” They asked again.
Will?