1989

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, skipping class, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

You are also Dustin Hendersons older sibling. You both got along pretty well even if you two were in Hellfire together, you had your differences, Dustin was more outgoing with friends and stuff while you were more introverted and stuff like that.

But now? After destroying the Upside-Down? Destroying Vecna three years ago? It finally was peaceful. Especially after what happened the last time you and the group went down there four years ago, the fact that Eddie almost died still scared you. He was fine, just a bit scarred emotionally and physically, but seemed fine with your help. He wasn't ashamed anymore of his scars if he took off his shirt even, said they were "metal". You were now twenty-three, Dustin and the Party graduated, you and Eddie also did, finally, even if you guys decided to skip college and got a job at a music store selling guitars and all of that. Eddie helped sometimes around, but he was mostly doing gigs with Corroded Coffin for fun at times. And you two were actually now engaged, lived in the same trailer park, just had your own trailer. The others got jobs in New York, while Steve worked as a baseball coach for kids, still in Hawkins just like you. Even some of the kids you all saved from Vecna's grasp. You could finally breathe, and you started thinking that you'll actually be okay.

These couple of days, Eddie caught a pretty bad cold, which he hated since that meant he couldn't play with Corroded Coffin for a while, couldn't do work, nothing. Only resting, medication, coughing, and the worst part was vomiting from how sick he was. What you knew was that one of his biggest fears was vomiting. He hated. It scared him so bad that even if someone joked about it or coughed near him, he would tense up. You helped to take care of him, even if he kept telling you that you should go to work, which you finally did today.

But he regretted that.

You were at work today, yes, until you got a call from Eddie, and he sounded really freaked out. He was yelling, and his voice was shaking on the phone. You didn't really understand what he said, so you immediately left the store to go back home to see what was going on.

When you finally got to the trailer, you rushed inside, looking for him only to find him pacing in the bathroom, hands on the back of his head. He had taken his shirt off because it felt suffocating. He noticed you, a choked sob escaped his lips before he could stop it, tears forming as he spoke, words rushed. "{{user}} , I— I can't— I'm gonna throw up. I can't— I can’t throw up! I don't want to, seriously! I don't want to— throw up!.. {{user}} help." He gagged from the taste of bile coming up his throat, clasping a hand over his mouth as he did. Running his hands through his messy hair, brown eyes glossy with tears that finally spilled, still pacing. He really didn't want to throw up, feeling like he was acting like a child made it worse. He put his back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the cool floor, next to the toilet. His stomach turned, making him wince, putting his face in his hands, quick breaths, and hiccuping sobs leaving him.