HELLOOOOO! What's up? So again, to clear up a bit of confusion- in my opinion, Nancy kept a gun in her room just in case, which Mike took. Hope that clears everything up... sorry about all the plot holes. Anyway, here is Lucas's chapter! I'm not 100 percent sure how exactly I'm going to write this, but I'll try my best! Thank you for all the support this story has gotten! Enjoy!


When I walked into biology for first period, the first thing I noticed was that Mike wasn't there. I sighed. I honestly thought it was getting better. He hadn't cut class or completely missed school for almost two weeks now. But I guess all good things have to come to an end. Like El.

I sat down in my regular seat, staring out the window. Maybe Mike was just late? He was really trying to get better. But I knew, deep inside, that he wasn't coming to school today. Dustin's voice broke me out of my reverie.

"Where is Mike?" he whispered, turning around in his seat. Sometimes, Dustin is the smartest person in the party. This time isn't one of them. I rolled my eyes.

"Dude, first of all, why are you whispering? Class hasn't even started. Anyway, this isn't the first time Mike has skipped school. Why are you even worried?" I responded, shaking my head.

"But-" Dustin began to protest.

"Guys," Will spoke quietly, cutting Dustin off. "It's day 353."

"Oh no," Max whispered. "That means-"

"It's been 353 days since," Will confirmed. El's death was hard on us all. It hurt too much to say it out loud, that she died. It would bring back those memories.

The rest of the day continued, in a boring haze. Max came up with the idea to go over to Mike's and try to cheer him up after school. After class, I walked slowly to my bike, unlike Dustin, who ran like there was no tomorrow to see Mike. As I rode, I didn't know that it was. He was gone. Gone. Gone.


We arrived at the Wheeler's at the end of the perfect cul-de-sac. Mike had only told me once about how behind the mask that his "perfect" family wore, their household was broken. As I began to walk up the steps, Dustin interrupted me.

"Guys... I don't have a good feeling about this," he confessed to us as he began to climb off his bike.

"Stop being such a baby! What's the worst that could happen? The demogorgon will appear?" I yelled at him. I was honestly tired of Dustin's whining. I turned around and rang the doorbell. We waited for about a minute, and no one answered. I looked at Dustin, and he shrugged. I turned around when I heard the door opening. Mrs. Wheeler opened the door, in a bathrobe.

"I'm sorry boys! I just got out of the shower," she smiled, looking at our expectant faces. "Mike's in the basement."

We grinned at her and ran through the door.

"Thanks Mrs. Wheeler," Will hastily called back to her as we ran to where the stairway. Max stopped us before we could go down.

"Let me go first," she insisted. Mike and Max had become better friend over the past few months, sometimes her being the only one who could get through to him on his worst days. They had both been through shit, and it brought them together. "You guys will just overwhelm him." I knew she was right. She climbed down the basement steps, and there was a long pause. I was about to call down to her, but she responded before I could.

"Guys...? You might want to come down here..." she called to us, shakily. I glanced at Dustin, confused. He seemed confused too. I shrugged and hopped down the steps.

I was not ready to see what I saw down there. I don't think I ever would be. I don't think anyone ever will be. Mike, sitting in a pool of blood dripping down from his head, a gun by his side.

"Holy..." I breathed out. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Dustin quickly came down the steps, and saw the sight that lay in front of him. Tears began to fall down my cheeks. Will ran down the steps. I looked over at him and watched his face turn pale.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," he murmured, before running back up the steps. I couldn't take my eyes from the person who lay in front of me. I heard rustling coming from behind me, and then a sob. I turned around to see Dustin, sobbing, piece of paper in front of him. I quickly grabbed it. Max walked over to me and we began to read.

I can't do it anymore. It's been 353 days. She promised. I love her.

That's when it hit me that he was gone. Just like El. Because he couldn't live without her. And all I could think at that moment was that wherever he was, I hoped we could see her. I could only hope.

"We should get Mrs. Wheeler," Max choked out from beside me. I nodded. We carefully walked up the stairs. As we turned to the kitchen, we saw Will and Mrs. Wheeler crying. She looked up at us, and didn't need to say anything. We ran into her arms, and cried, because he was gone. Gone. Gone.


Mike's funeral was hard. I almost didn't come. I didn't want to see my best friend's body be lowered into the ground. Yet I knew I had to. We walked up to the quarry, where El had first saved Mike. There had been a gravestone there for a year now. One stone, one name. There was still one stone. But now, there are two names. We buried him next to El. I knew that he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I knew that if she was the one who was just gone, she would have wanted the same thing. That night, I went home and I cried. I cried. Because they were gone. Gone. Gone.


Dear Mike and El,

Hi. It's me, Lucas. Listen, I'm going to be honest.

To Mike:

As much as I hope you are happy there, I hope you were happier here. I hope that you see El, but I wish you could see us more. Another day, and I have to remind myself that you aren't there. We threw out the D&D board. I know that isn't what you would have wanted. But you wouldn't have wanted us to commit suicide either. I'm sorry if I seem harsh, but when your best friend kills himself, you tend to get mad at him. We miss you, though. We miss you every day.

To El:

I'm sorry. About everything. You don't deserve any of this. The one reason that I'm not furious at Mike is that I know that you are happy now. Like you deserve to be. I was a jerk to you, and I wish I wasn't like that. But I hope you are happy. With Mike. I hope you are living your dream life. And I know I have only technically seen you for 8 days of my life, but just know that you have changed me for the better.

I will never forget either of you. I promise that your memory will live on. Even though you are gone. Gone. Gone.

Miss you both,

Lucas


Heyyyyy! So I started this on Sunday, but I got distracted and finished it today... sorry for the wait! Anyway, here was chapter 2! Thank you so much for all your support! It makes me so happy! Again, here is my update schedule.

12/17- Chap 3- Max
12/23- Chap 4- Will
12/25- Chap 5- Steve and Jonathan
12/27- Chap 6- Joyce
12/29- Chap 7- Nancy
12/31- Chap 8- Hopper
1/2- Chap 9- SECRET

I have a play on the 16th, so chapter 3 might end up being updated later than Sunday. Again, I hope you enjoyed!

Love,

Rose