𝑻𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻
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EDDIES POV:
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She's floating.
"Why is she floating?" I ask the obvious to Henderson, who stands only a couple of feet away from me.
The room goes silent for a moment.
"Vecna doesn't want Max," he slowly realizes, "he wants Isabelle."
I turn to look at him, and imagine that our faces have the exact same expression written all over it, shock.
He meets my eyes, giving me a concerned look.
I turn back around, finding my girlfriend floating higher and higher towards the ceiling.
"Isabelle!" I plead for what feels like the hundredth time.
I cannot lose her. A pit begins growing in my stomach just at the thought of what might happen if I do.
She's beyond reaching point by now, her upper body flattening onto the ceiling.
Even though I'm not religious, I begin praying to God, begging for her to come out of this trance.
I run my hands through my hair, continuing to watch her legs dangle a couple feet above my head.
Just then, her chest jerks upwards roughly, and her body plummets downwards.
I'm quick to catching her in my arms, falling to my knees at the intense force of her fall.
I quickly scan her body up and down, searching for any injuries or wounds. When I don't find anything, my eyes trail back up, landing on her face.
She looks like she's just been terrorized. My heart fills with sympathy for the girl.
I let out a breath full of relief whenever she throws her own arms around me, and I can feel her rapid breaths against my neck.
"It's okay. You're okay. It's over." I tell her, trying to reassure her, and mostly myself.
"I'm alive." she realizes.
"You're alive." I confirm, pulling back and giving her a smirk, to which she returns.
I feel like I'm caught in her eyes before she sharply turns to Dustin.
She begins to speak so fast that I can barley understand.
"He told me to tell El that he knows everything!" she exclaims, looking between our faces as if we would know something about this.
A faint banging rings through the room, catching my attention.
My eyes quickly find the source, and I just now seem to notice the cracks that are multiplying by the second on my bedroom door.
Dustin's voice sounds extreme as he says something, but I don't pay attention to him.
I also feel Isabelle get up and out of my arms, taking all of her warmth with her, leaving me on my own.
All of my focus is on the door ahead of me, waiting for it to burst open, revealing the evil, yet fascinating, creatures behind it.
I distinctly hear my name being called from behind me.
I would answer if I wasn't so taken aback at the scene right in front of my eyes. I almost feel glued to the ground, my bones frozen, my heartbeat paused.
Just then, the last crack is created, causing a chip of paint to fly off. The door breaks in half, falling hopelessly to the floor.
Screeching bags flood the room, flying right in my direction.
My mind now seems to realize that I've lost my chance to save myself.
There's absolutely no going back, even though I completely regret my decision of not making a move to get away earlier.
I don't want to die. I have so much to live for, so much to say.
Then again, do I really have that much to live for? Am I really that important?
I'm a kid who can't graduate properly, and I hangout with freshmen. Everyone thinks I lead a cult, and I'm constantly getting bullied.
I'm hopeless.
These thoughts were the ones keeping me from getting up and running, saving myself, and now I realize that chance is gone.
This is it.
This is how I die.
Suddenly, two hands grasp my shoulders tightly, shaking me a bit before sliding their fingers under my arms, dragging my legs across the floor.
I feel like I've been saved, and I've never been so grateful.
Just then, sharp fangs sink into my abdomen, and I groan out of pain.
I look down to find the creature feeding on me, to which I fling off of me.
The agony completely wakes me up out of the trance I was previously stuck in. I begin taking in my surroundings of the insane bats, and Isabelle still holding onto me.
Everything seemed to be moving too fast for my brain to handle.
I become slightly dizzy as I watch the bats circle around us multiple times.
I slowly stand up, covering my head in case of any creatures that might be flying right above me.
I feel hands on my back, pushing me onto the mattress.
I whip my head around, finding Isabelle standing there blankly, indicating for me to climb up the sheets and into the portal.
I take hold of the tied sheets with my two hands, preparing myself for the climb.
I hear Dustin screaming above me, telling me to hurry up.
I look down at the girl who stands below me, urging me on. I make sure she's okay, that she'll be okay.
"Im right behind you!" I hear her faintly scream through the chaos.
I begin to climb, grunting in pain at the fresh bite on my side. I eventually flip over, landing uncomfortably on the mattress.
I breathe heavily before a hand is stuck in front of my face, being offered to me.
I look up the arm, finding Dustin's frantic face laced with worry and fear. I take hold of his hand, pulling myself up roughly.
I inhale a sharp gasp through gritted teeth. The pain from my abdomen is becoming worse, but there's no time for that.
I quickly turn around, waiting for Isabelle's body to drop down right after me.
When there's no sign of her, I begin to panic.
"Isabelle!" Dustin yells before I can.
I cup my hands around my mouth, attempting to make my voice louder, "Iz! Come on!"
The whoosh of the bags flying around is the only sound we get in response.
I walk back onto the middle of the mattress, looking upwards into the alternate reality.
Surprisingly, I don't spot anything but the motion of the animals. I tilt my head to the side, continuing to search for the girl.
"Isabelle!" I hear Dustin call out from right behind my head.
I tilt my head in the opposite direction, and that's when I see her.
A wave of relief washes over me, but quickly disappears when I notice her condition.
Specks of blood cover her clothing, and her face is resting, eyes closed and lips still.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I squint my eyes to get a better look.
That's when I notice the multiple things latched onto her.
Bats.
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