No Way Out: A Stranger Things Fanfic

The Sink

"Jonathan!"

"JONATHAN!?"

"Yes mom I'm here,"

"Please call Will upstairs, I'm heading to work already, he's got school and the breakfast's done."

3 months. It has been a tough 3 months for the Byers to get the hang of it all over again. Joyce, being back to work to pay all the due stuff she's got: the telephone, the lights, the packs of CAMEL, and all those things that was now nowhere to be found.

Christmas have gone, so was the new year, and today, Will is going back to school.

It was a huge shock for Hawkins to witness a child from being dead and having a funeral, to come back to life and now to going back to school! Still vivid to the eyes of the many, was that how real the corpse was, the grief, and the scandal of Joyce Byers going mad, insisting that her kid was alive, and turns out that she was right.

"Will? Will wake up come on, you are not supposed to be woken up, now. School's in 10 minutes."

"Jonathan? No, I don't wanna go to school"

"Why not?"

"The kids, they're gonna look at me like I'm a weirdo, the bullies Jonathan, they're gonna get me" Will was sweating, he's bowl of a cut was messed up, the dark circles under his eyes were very much visible. His lips were dry and chapped, his voice scratchy as the asphalt, he seem and looked tired even though he had slept for hours, like he'd run a marathon and was as agitated as a mad dog, his huge eyes got even more larger over the days.

"Okay, listen, you got your supercom with you all the time right?" Jonathan asked with so much worry and bother.

"Yeah," slowly, Will start to drag his body up to somewhat an upright position, blocking the gag he sure know that's about to come out. His throat was already burning and he was trying hard not to show his brother.

"You see this?" Jonathan, now holding a rectangular black radio with a very long antenna and thick phone-like structure with some buttons and knobs on it, was waving it in front Will's face.

"I got one myself too, so you could contact me wherever, anywhere you are," he said with a calm comforting voice. He managed a very small smile, an assurance for both of him and Will that nothing's gonna happen again.

"Oh oka--" Will was already having a fit. He coughed 4 times with a strained sound, his ribs hurt more than anything, he was clutching his torso and was doing his best to cover his mouth.

He felt it, that thing, the little thing, a slug, it is coming out, his throat itches.

"Are you okay? Will?" Jonathan was even more worried now, he looked around to find any water to soothe him, but failed miserably. Jonathan knows that Will's still not completely recovered. You can trace the worry from his voice, a worried brother.

Will ran, tumbling all over the place, still in his long pajama bottoms and was tripping on it all the way in his trip to the bathroom.

He started to cough uncontrollably, so much that Joyce heard him.

"Will is that you?" Joyce, obviously, who still hadn't left the house for some reasons, heard Will trudge downstairs. Her features contorted, her brows furrowed and anxiety was clearly evident from her eyes.

"Mom," Jonathan came with a pursuit shortly right after, he was jogging his way down the hall downstairs, his white rubber shoes squeaking through the polished floor, his brown shirt that was tucked under his faded denim pants halfway through his waist was crippled, like Joyce, he was worried just as much.
"What happened upstairs huh? Is he alright?" Their mom asked, clueless.

"I... I don't know," he came with a halt stopping right before the bathroom door, leaning in, expecting, trying to hear any sound that's ringing inside.

"Will? Baby, what is happening? Let me in," Joyce was knocking hard on the door, an indication that she was starting to get all fidgety and concerned on her youngest child, her voice, now faltering because of fear, because why not? She had just gotten her son back from that sickly horrible place, that-- that upside down. Just the thought of it made her spine shiver and her knees wriggle.
"Will Byer--" Joyce was cut midway. She doesn't want to lose her kid again, no. Not this time when she already knows that one day she would wake up knowing that some faceless monster is capable of stealing Will. Her sweat ran cold down her temple, lips quivering.

"I'm okay," finally Will showed up, he pushed the door gently and stepped out, he was smiling lightly, though strands of hair was plastered on his forehead, he ignored it with a wipe anyways, like... like nothing happened.

"You just bustled down, and I was confused?" He spoke with a soft voice, Jonathan eyed Will carefully, studying him with so much concern.

"I'm fine," he laughed, "See? It's just a cough," he tried to convince him.
"But I heard you! Will tell me what's wrong, you know I can help right? And Jonathan, you can talk to him, don't be afraid," Joyce sounded somewhat frantic, hiding the horror she felt inside.
"Mom, I told you, I am alright," Will almost gave in, almost, but he knows that wouldn't help, they couldn't help.

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