"Will, stop!" I shriek.

"No!" he shouts back. "I'm coming in after you!"

Beams from the burning building continuously fall from the ceiling around me. I stare into the orange flames, engulfing the house around me, keeping me in place like I'm a caged animal at the zoo. Well, if animals were kept in cages of fire.

"Will, you'll get hurt!" I tell him.

"I don't care!" he says.

"Please, Will, stop! The fire will burn you!" I warn him.

"I need to get you out of there!"

"Let me find a way out!"

"I'm not letting you go through!"

"Will!"

.^.^.^.^.

"Will!" I scream. "What do we do?"

"I don't know," he says. "I can't see a thing! It's pitch black here; I'm practically blind!"

I listen to the monster's scurries, trying to recognize where it is and where it isn't.

"This way!" I grab his hand, leading him somewhere I'm pretty sure is clear.

Oh, was I wrong. The distinct screech of the monster sounds from behind us.

"Will, look out!" I warn.

We both run, unknowingly separating ourselves from each other.

"Will?" I call out into the darkness in the middle of the night. "Where are you?"

"(Y/N)!" I hear him say. "(Y/N)? (Y/N)!"

.^.^.^.^.

"Let her go, Troy!" Will shouts, too frightened by James to pursue Troy. "Let her go!"

"I will," Troy says. "If you jump."

Will looks at the edge of the cliff, staring into the calm waters of the quarry.

"Will, no!" I struggle out of Troy's grasp, but he's holding the blade too close to my throat for me to move.

All I wanted to do was come here and soak up the sun, bathe in all the lights, rise up above our troubles, meet in the sky with Will. It was the perfect place, until Troy came along.

"Do it, freak!" Troy says. "It's you or her!"

"No, Will, stop!" But it's too late. His right foot is off the edge, and soon, so is his left one, and I can't see him anymore as he plummets to his death.

Troy lets go of me, but it's still too late.

.^.^.^.^.

I awake, bolting up in my bed, screaming.

"(Y/N)?" Will says, responding to my cries, while coming into my room. "(Y/N), are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Will, it was horrible!" I say, almost crying.

"What was horrible?" he asks and sits down next to me.

"I was dreaming," I say. I throw my arms around him. "But it was terrible. There was fire, and the Demogorgon, and— and—" I break out into tears.

"Sh, (Y/N), it's okay," he says. He holds me tightly. "It was only just a dream."

"It was too real," I sob.

"I know," he says softly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Now, come on, deep breaths."

I do as he says and swallow my tears. "I love you," I whisper, not even sure if he heard me. I've never said that to him. Heck, we're not even together. . . .

"I love you too," he says quietly, almost like he's trying to hide the fact that he utters it, or maybe he wasn't even completely sure what I said. But, I guess he did hear me, because he says, "Remember, I will always be here for you. When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed, I will hold you in the depths of your despair. I'll do anything in the name of love."

"I will too," I say. I take a deep breath and pull myself away from him.

"Are you good?" he asks.

"I think so," I say. "But, Will—" I stop him as he's about to stand up. "Please stay with me. For tonight. Please."

"Of course I will," he says.

After that, I am able to easily fall asleep, in the comfort of his arms.

I bet y'all didn't know I got inspiration from a scene in Stranger Things for that last dream; did ya? Whew, I'm sneaky.
Anyway, so much for uploading every day.
But, for those of you who read WTUD (World Turned Upside Down), our play performance is tomorrow, so no more rehearsal means more time to write!
I still have show choir Monday and Tuesday, though, so don't get too hopeful.