You were at a party, not because you liked parties, but because your friend Mike Wheeler had pressured you to come. He also pressured your other friend, Will Byers, who also doesn't like parties, to come too, because of course Mike Wheeler would do that.

You didn't talk to anyone. Just stood somewhere, watching everyone act stupid and play beer pong (with soda), and then you see some people playing a dumb game they probably made up where you lock people in closets and have them call for someone until that someone gets them out.

You didn't think you'd be one of them. You weren't even playing, but someone shoved you in a closet anyway. It was a dark closet. Not that the person knew you were scared of the dark, like, really scared. Maybe they wanted you to be scared. If they did? They got what they wanted. You were terrified.

And if you had to call for someone to get you out? Then so be it.

You screamed Mike's name as loud as you could. About three times. Then he finally answered.

"NOT MY PROBLEM!"

That's what he said. You being shoved in a closet while having an extreme fear of the dark wasn't his problem. He was your friend! He's supposed to help you!

And if he wasn't going to? Someone else will.

This time, instead of calling for Mike, you called for someone else.

"WILL!"

You screamed it louder than you ever did before. Even heard Mike go 'what the fuck?' because in his mind no one would ever call Will for help, let alone that loudly. And in a matter of seconds Will came, snatched the key from the asshole who locked you in, and opened the closet which is probably the bravest thing you've ever seen him do, he didn't even look worried that person might, like, beat him up or something.