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❛ l e t i t h u r t u n t i l i t c a n ' t h u r t a n y m o r e ❜ - l i a m r y a n
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I T W A S N ' T T H E F A C T ,
that they were back that scared Mike, nor was it the constant reminder of his dying friend by the gruesome screams of Joyce Byers, clutching onto her eldest son's shirt as Jonathan tried his best to soothe himself and her.
It was that he found it to be the silence that came from nowhere. His head dipped in white noise in a world in pitch black.
Silent.
Silence had been this small friend he had since he was little.
It stayed at the back of his head as he grew, each passing moment it deteriorated itself smaller and smaller until it went unnoticed.
Then all the chaos happened and it acted as melted wax, the invisibility slowly being destroyed by the sheer gust of wind in the forest of horrors, terrifying him more as he watched his life get completely thrown upside down.
