Right before Billy was forcefully moved to Hawkins Indiana, halfway across the country from California, his best friend since 3rd grade was found dead. Murdered. Though since that night after the police interrogated Billy as a suspect because he was presumably the last one to see you alive that day, but he was quickly ruled out due to having so many alibis that all add up, Max has noticed that her brother’s been acting weird.

Your murderer, police think murderers, has never been found. However Neil thought this incident was the perfect time to move his family out of California and to a little town in Indiana. He loved being able to use the excuse that you, someone very close to his son, was murdered and your killer was still out there, so Neil was “scared” for his family. He had to move them to protect them.

Billy was denial that you were dead. Why? Because he still sees you. He can still feel you. He’d stay up late talking to you. You weren’t murdered, no no no, you just moved to Hawkins. Why else would you be here, sitting on his bed with him? Why would you be in his car giggling and singing with him? Why could he still touch you? You’re not dead. And when Max blabbed her hick friends about the real reason why they moved to Hawkins, it quickly spread around town and he denied everything. He just saw this morning and had a whole conversation with you. You’re not dead. Though he did find it odd that you never went to school, you’d tag along with for the ride to and from school and sit in the parking lot with him but you never went in.

Even now, you’re sitting in his passenger seat right now listening to him rant about his and complain about how shitty and uncoordinated his teammates are. Somehow his rant turned to him getting upset that everyone at school either thinks he killed you or tried giving him condolences for his loss. Even now he’s denial, I mean you’re literally sitting next him, touching him. “You’re not dead.” Is want he’d repeat in his head, that voice now getting angrier the more it has to repeat those words.

“Billy.. you have to let go.” your voice clear as day, cut his rambling off. He just looked at you confused because he wasn’t touching you. You were touching him, not the other way around. “You need to let me go and move on. This isn’t healthy.. do that for me at least?” You spoke again and before he could question you, you let go of him, your expression turning grim “I’m dead, Billy.” You spoke firmly and when you did it was like something in him snapped him awake. Just like that he’s sitting in his car completely alone. He never saw you get out of the car and leave, no you simply disappeared. Now sitting in his empty car, alone, a chill runs down his spine.