ELEVEN'S POV
3 days. 19 hours. 12 minutes. and 24 seconds, now 25 since I have last seen Mike.
that means its 7:12PM
the sun has set about two or one hours ago because the month seems to be descending to winter.
He never came home that night...
I have blocked out every one, I am not able to go to school because every thing reminds me of him, and it shatters my heart into tiny shards. I miss him so much. I have locked myself in my room to avoid any contact with people. Lucas and Dustin slayed that son of a bitch. They said, they all split up and find the monster in there own separate ways. Lucas and Dustin crossed paths but no sine of Mike. Dustin and Lucas killed the monster by themselves and thought Mike would just go home on his own... But that wasn't the case.
I have tried talking to Lucas and Dustin, they are convinced Mike died because monster was "brutal, vile, a blood sucking sick fuck." In Dustin's words. But at least they told me that they think Mike died very nicely? I guess you could say nicely.
Crying is all I can do at the moment. I sit in bed, slumped against my head board, crying of all the ways I could have had Mike with me, to keep him safe. But no, I let him go off because he had a point. all I am wearing is a bra and some pajama bottoms, I have been wearing this for a while... Its sort of gross.
I try to distract myself by reading a Stephen King novel that Will got for me for my "birth day". I just stair at the page. I'm to focused on Mike to read it. A image of his bright smile flashes through my mind, his soft lips I crave to be locked with mine, his dark curly soft hair that smells like warm vanilla, his dark brown pools for eyes, those mocha brown pools that takes me back to the moment we locked eyes, His pretty light brown freckles splattered across his cheeks, and his perfectly shaped eyes brows. I remember the longest time we have been apart, it was a bit more than 24 hours, he was on a school trip, but of the first day there he got food poisoning and started throwing up, and was sent home, I ended up visiting him at his house, I took care of him, even if he was vomiting his guts up I still sat beside him and comforting him. I remember our fist kiss, His soft lips crashing on mine, and pulling away, leaving me stunned. I remember rainy days with him, we would go out and dance and play in the rain. the memories all flash through my head. I start to cry more unknowingly, tears drench the page I am on. I slam the book shut. I look at the clock.
8:19
I spent that long just thinking about Mike's face, and all the memories we have together. I sigh. I try to remember the taste of his lips and how it felt on my skin and lips. I cry even more... This is getting me no were. My heart aces, every beat just pumps sadness through me...
I can't keep doing this. I have been doing this for three days.
I have a plan, I'm going out to look for Mike. I'm going to do every thing I can to find him, dead or alive.
I put a white, thick, fluffy coat on. I put on some sneakers. and open my bedroom door. I'm home alone. I get a Mike's middle school bag that he took every were with him. I fill it with a sprite bottle and a bar for Mike. I pack some pain meds if he got hurt, I shoved some more medical stuff in. I grab a flash light and headed out the door. I'm not crying any more, the only thing that are left are tears that stain my face with shiny wet patches. The cold hair slaps me in the face. It's so cold that when I breath out it looks like I'm puffing out smoke from a cigar. His voice rings through my head: "I love you". it might just be three words but they mean the world to me when it comes from Mike. My flash light guides me to the woods after a few minutes. The cold air makes my hand tremble, I start loosing grip of my flash light. I grip it ,tight, witch stops the trembling. I get to the place where I last saw Mike. I take a deep breath in, then out. Making a big puff of condensation from my mouth. You got this, your going to find him... your going to find him alive. I said to myself over and over again in my head.I step into the woods. Darkness surrounds me. Fear pounds against my chest. What is I can't find him, being in the dark is scary enough.
I search and search. Hours have gone by. I'm very deep in the woods. Hope fades away from my body... Lucas and Dustin are right... He is dead. I'm going home.... My flash light points forward. I'm trying to retrace my steps, tears start to drip down my cheeks. I swear under my breath. I have no idea where am I. I think i'm going the right way. I step on some thing... it feels wired, I point my flash light down. I bite back a scream. Its a hand. But who is it fro-. I start crying even harder. It's Mike. His shirt is ripped up, we also has some jeans on witch also has slashes through them. and scratches cover his arms and torso. I drop to my knees. I put my ear up against his chest. Is his heart beating? "Holy shit" I say out loud.
its beating. he is breathing.
A smile creeps up on my face, It's the first time I smiled in a while... He must be in a coma or something. He also must be really cold. I unzip my jacket. The cold hits my bare skin like a bullet. I shiver, but I push through. I get Mike up. I some how put on my jacket on him. "there" I say, I breath out, tired. I am freezing because again I am just wearing bright pink sports bra and some baggy PJ pants. I need to get him home some how. I know. I'll just carry him. I try to pick up Mike bridal stile. I Get him off the ground. I still need to get on my feet. I step up. My knee tremble below me and almost give out but I don't it. I hold my flash light by the mouth so I don't need to carry Mike one handed. I find my way out of the woods. My ankles bleed because of the prickly things in the ground brushing against my skin. My arms feel numb but that doesn't stop me from trudging my way home. My whole body feels numb...
I see my house in the distance. Mikes breaths tickle my neck. witch makes me grin through all the sudden emotions I'm feeling. I bust through the door. Warm air surrounds my freezing body. I sigh.
I did it.
I did it. I got Mike back... I heave through the house with him in my arms. I get to my room and plop him on my bed. Laying him on his back. I surround him with blankets to make him warmer. I lock my bed room door.
The heart ache is not there any more. Its just anticipation left. I want him to wake up now.
I start to get a bit worried. He must be so dehydrated. and his cuts and bruises need to be treated. He could just die, at any point now. I climb on the bed beside him. I hold him in my arms more lovingly this time, praying he will wake up. I took off my jacket off of him to rap blankets around him. Our bare skin presses against each other. I have only seen Mike shirtless three times and of those three times. we were swimming... Its pretty lame.
I close my eyes and I start sobbing into him for some reason.
I feel familiar arms rap around my waist. I open my eyes. I jolt back in surprise. I gasp. "Mike! MIKE, MIKE, MIKE! YOUR AWAKE!" I buzz. "Eleven?"Hi voice cracks. "Oh my god, you must be so thirsty, let me get you some water and food. I will be right back Mike." I run out of my room grab and glass of water and a crap ton of food. I came back in room. Mike was propped up against the head bored. "My head hurts." He says. "Her water will help." I say. coming up to him. I help him get some water in his system, including food. My knees are holding me up, Mike's legs are in between my legs. "Is that better?" I say. Mike nods. My hair is down and all greasy, making it wavey. It flips to one side of my head. My hair only goes a bit past my shoulders. I fiddle with one of my bra straps, chewing on my lip thinking of what else I could do to make him feel any better. Mike stares at my hand twisting with the bright pink fabric between my fingers. I notice his eyes focusing on it. "Sorry, I guess I'll put a shirt on" I feel a bit embarrassed. "Its fine El, I'm shirt less to." He looks at me in the eyes. "You perv" I joke. softly slapping him in the arm "hey." he giggles. "Your the one who is straddling me" He fires back. "Oh, so you want me to get off?" I ask. "No... not exactly... Your right I sound like a perv. I think this is fine. Do what ever is most comfortable with you" He says. A smile creeps up on our faces "This is fine by me Mike." I shrug. "Is there any thing else I can do?" I ask. "No". He shakes his head. "great" I smile. I stare at his lips, there chapped. Dry blood fills the cracks of his lips. Yet I still want to kiss him. Should I? He just got back. Eh, screw it. I'm sure he won't mind. I bend over, pacing my hands on the bed. I kiss him on the lips, the taste like a mixture of him and blood. I pull away and smile. "I was going to ask for that but I already have a pervy reputation with you." Mike jokes. I giggle. "Nice one Mike" I say. "Thank you for taking care of me... And finding me, and having faith I was out there because I was deep in the woods, and I'm surprised you hiked that deep in the woods just for me." Mike says. "I would do any thing for you Mike." I say. A tear slides down his cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb. "Your okay Mike, Your home with me.". His warm smile makes my heart flutter. "Thank you" He says softly. I rap him in my arms. We hug until we fall asleep still hugging each other... I love him <3
(CHARLOTTE IS TYPING)
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sry for grammer stuff, I only revised it for spelling errors. :D
I have a history test tomorrow and its worth like 50% of my grade, and I'm doing this instead of studying. Be greatful. Next chapter will be Saterday or Sunday...
(I don't know how to spell Saterday)
One love Charlotte that is a rap and zoop
(My version of IIsuperwomanII's end card thingy :P)
-CHARLOTTE