He ran fast. Faster than should be humanly possible. Yet he kept begging his legs to go quicker, quicker, quicker. This speed may be fast for him, but he was sure it could go faster. He stopped abruptly when he saw the road. Silence. It'd stopped chasing him. But why? That's when he heard it. The piercing scream for help. No. For him. "Mike!" The voice was filled with fear, with terror. Mike wanted to run to her. He had to save her. But he just stayed there. He didn't move, much as he wanted to. His mouth opened, and he screamed her name silently. Her voice grew weaker, more pained and desperate. "Mike. Please."

He sat bolt upright in a cold sweat. The nightmares were becoming more and more frequent. Some of them weren't even nightmares, more like projections of his thoughts, but they were worse. Worse because it was reality. With nightmares, they were over once he woke up. With reality, he couldn't ever escape.

A/N Thank you so much for reading. This chapter is really short, but I promise they get a lot longer. It's my first time writing anything like this so ALL CRITICISM IS EXCEPTED (but no hate guys.)

Clarification: If I owned Stranger Things in any way shape or form, why would I be writing FanFiction about it?