Eleven grasped the boy's arm, "Let me go! El I saw everything! There's no point in explaining!" He screamed.
"Please Mike. It's-It's not like that. I need you,"
A tear ran down my face again. I knew it. Humans were all like this. There will always be 'someone else'. "I-I need a minute," I managed to force out before running away. I took a box of Eggos and just ran.
How could I have given someone my trust again this easily. I thought I learned my lesson.
Now I have. No matter how much anybody would beg, now I was my own person, and my own person only.
Why? Did I deserve this? Perhaps being pan (or again whatever sexuality that likes girls you are) was a sin after all. Was I being punished? Punished for love?
There was no point anymore. I ran. I needed a rope. It was time to end my suffering.
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159 words 💜 it's really short but I just wanted to get a chapter out before the holidays ended and I didn't want to have to cut an action moment in half again. 😉 Thanks for understanding
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Goodbye, Mike-Eleven x reader (Stranger Things fanfiction)
Fanfiction[Completed story, female reader] Doesn't take season 3 into account (I hate the writing I did in this book, it's old, I'm keeping it up but there will never be a sequel, sorry)
