Mike's POV
The blazing light scorched the surface of my pupils. I squinted back as small tears welled in my tired swollen eyes. Confused I whipped my head back toward the house. My window. It was open and a long line of my Star Wars sheets were knotted together forming a tightly knit rope. It lay limply sprawled over the grass covered in the remains of morning dew. I quickly, realizing what I had done, scurried towards the makeshift rope, grabbed hold of it, and stuffing it underneath a nearby shrubbery.
The strong beams of the sun still beaming radiantly lit the grass like a thousand torches.
As if in a trance my hand traced along the doused earth as my feet stepped soundlessly over the dirt. My pace quickened and I retracted my hand with a jolt. My arms at my side now, I began a confident stride out towards the streets of the quiet town of Hawkins. I concealed myself within the shadows of nearby shrubbery and tall trees standing gallantly, towering above my head. The morning sky swirled above me like thousands of tornadoes fell into slumber in the sky, creating a dizzying atmosphere. The trees grew in number and the pavement slowly grew to become dirt. My brown eyes, oblivious to my intended destination and the path in which my feet pushed me.
I felt a pull. I needed to go there. I needed to be there. In the forest. In my mind the image of Eleven, sickly pale and fear stricken shuddering in the blackness, alone, replayed over and over in my head. Her bloodstained and ruffled dress and tear-ridden face pasted on the backs of my eyelids. A bad dream. A frighteningly real nightmare. My feet walked mindlessly until my foot was stopped mid- trance. Almost falling over I blinked, eyes widening. Standing behind a tall pine tree in the middle of the woods, I stared out dumbfounded. My breath caught in my dry throat as I held in a gasp.
It was Hopper. He was digging in a hurried manner, pawing at the ground seeming as if he was wishing it to break open. There lie in the wreckage a small wooden box, covered in the traces of the moist dirt of the forest grounds. Hopper picked at the damp lid prying it open and dropping a small bowl filled with mysterious contents and two small circular items wrapped together in seran wrap. Eggos. I could recognize them anywhere. It was the first food I had gifted to El and it had always been her favorite ever since.
Flabbergasted, Mike stepped away from his small hiding behind the tree sauntering closer to the jumpy officer still concealed only a bit by the fading shadows. Hopper rustled his coat and quickly shut the lid and picking up dirt from off the ground and covering the hidden box once again under the depths of the layers of the earth. Standing up now, Hopper wiped the dirt from off his trousers, looked around cautiously, and then ran towards the dimly lit main town streets of Hawkins. Questions nagged at the back of my brain, there was too much to take in and too little time.
My curiosity pervaded my body taking over my limbs. I moved shakily toward the mound of damp earth reaching with my small pale hand. I rolled up my jacket sleeves and dug with my nails and fingers until I flicked a hard surface. Wooden and hollow. It was the box. Carefully, I opened the lid. The eggos, warm to the touch, sat at the bottom of the mysterious box once concealed by the darkness now extremely exposed and cooling in the frosty air. Shutting the lid, I scampered away sitting a only few feet away from the box. A chill ran down his spine like a ghost passing through him, making him shiver, and making him think. What was Hopper doing here? Why had he put eggos in this secluded box in the forest? What is he hiding? Staring at the box of secrets for what felt like a mere second, I began crawling awkwardly back towards the box, I reached out my hand and grabbed hold of the lid once more, gripping it tight in my hand. As I lifted the lid and threw it back, I peeked inside the box, the scent of eggos gone, now replaced with the small bare walls of wood surrounding more wood. The contents gone. The box was empty.