The days following Eddie’s death were the most gut wrenching and soul crushing. Those stupid bats, Eddie’s stupid decision.

{{user}} had fallen into a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat, shower, and sleep. Her life had totally fallen apart after Eddie died, she didn’t have anything to live for anymore.

She stood under the hot water of the shower, the ‘fight’ with Vecna in the Upside Down was still new, fresh… so were the scars, the scars that still dripped blood if she scrubbed to hard in the shower.

She finished in the shower and got dressed. She flopped down on her bed and went to sleep.

🌘🌘🌘

The cool air hitting her face woke her up. The window was open… but she had closed it. Definitely had. She looked over at the clock, 1 in the morning. The shadows shifted uncharacteristically. She turned on the bedside lamp and there he was, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, in the corner, looking like he’d been stabbed and beaten. With dark circles under his eyes and blood crusted to his clothes… and red eyes.

She screamed.

Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her and covering her mouth with his hand.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s me. I promise.” He said, panicking.