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Will Byers was a good kid but he had a tough life. He was picked on,got kidnapped, and his father...well his father is a different story.
He doesn't like to cut but it's his only escape so he does it anyway. He cuts for so many different reasons. His father, Venca and the mindflayer and all that, which is the reason Jane died(she's Included in the list), everything that's happened to him, and Mike
Mike
Michael fucking wheeler
He doesn't like to think about mike.
And when he does bad things happen and tonight he can't stop thinking about Mike.
He's trying to sleep but his mind stop thinking especially about Mike.
"Fuck this" he sighs as he gets up to the bathroom. He locks the door and opens the cabinet.
"Where is it" he says quietly to himself; looking through the cabinet for the razor.
He shoves through the for looking. He lifts up a pill bottle, the razor is right behind it. He picks it up, takes the blade out of the razor, sits on the cold tile floor, and puts the razor blade to his thigh which is covered in healing cuts and scars. He presses down hard -too hard and moves it fast across his thigh.
"Shit ow" he says a bit too loudly as the cut starts to bleed heavily, he went too deep. He grabs a towel and presses hard to trying to stop the bleeding.
"Hey baby, you okay? Me and hopper heard something." Joyce says from outside the door
"Yeah just uhh -just pinched my finger in the cabinet door" will says trying to sound convincing and calm.
"You sure? Do you need anything?" Joyce's soft voice comes through the door
"Yeah, I'm fine mom"
"Okay goodnight sweetheart"
"Goodnight mom, love you"
"Love you too" Joyce says then walks away
Will sighs of relief from not getting caught. He realises that the wound stopped bleeding. He try's his best to clean and bandage the wound.
He slowly walks back to his room trying to not hurt the wound.
His thoughts are cleared.
He lays back down and now it only takes a few minutes to fall asleep.