Third person's point of view...

Today, Eleven didn't quite know what to do with herself. She had to wait. She had to wait days before she could even think about being able to try and reach home. She couldn't just stay in the school forever. No matter how much she wanted to because of the safety of it, she just couldn't. El didn't understand what made her feel this way, but she felt as if something beyond everything else was calling her.

Eleven grabbed another container of chocolate pudding before finding her way to an exit of the massive building. Eleven began to walk. She wasn't aiming anywhere. She wasn't trying to hit anywhere particular - in her head, anyways. In her mind, she was just walking; wandering.

Her feet carried her as if her feet were her brain. The girl's top half stayed as is while her feet glided across the earth. Her feet were the only things that were in complete control.

Eleven's mind wandered. Her bottom lip was sliding through her teeth. Her hands; one holding a can of chocolate pudding and the other holding the intercom. The clothes she was wearing have been dry for a long time now since the tank experience - and speaking of which - that was on her mind the most.

Of course, that doesn't mean that she wasn't thinking about Saturday, though she doesn't know what 'Saturday' is. To her, it's just the seventh time the sun goes down; Saturday night.

But, yes, Eleven was still thinking about the sensory deprivation tank. She thought about her and Mike's conversation. She thought about her and Mike holding hands. She thought about her and Mike kissing. "Kiss," she said aloud to herself, still not used to the unfamiliar word that Mike had taught her.

It was normal routine at this point to when Eleven walked through this specific area - the woods - that little creatures such as birds, squirrels, and rabbits would follow her. They didn't phase her and she rather enjoyed their company. "Kiss," she said again. That time, her voice was just barely above a whisper.

Eleven continued to think about it as she walked. Though she didn't understand it, she knew that she loved kissing Mike. She didn't understand what was special about it, but she did love it, not that she understood what 'love' was, either. "When I see Mike again..." Eleven said to the rabbit that was hopping beside her at her feet. "I'm going to kiss him."

The small bunny looked up at the girl and wiggles its nose before hopping away - back into the woods. El noticed that no creatures were following her anymore, which not only confused her, but it made her sad as well.

It appeared as though it was a lot darker in this part of the woods. Eleven had only been walking for about an hour, so it couldn't be the time of day. She looked behind her and noticed that the forest did in fact look lighter back where she had walked through. Looking forward again, Eleven had saw a building she had never thought she would have to see again.

Hawkins Lab.

The lab still stood in its place like it had before. Nothing about it was different. Eleven wanted to go and explore it to see what could be different within, but she knew she shouldn't. She didn't even know what creatures could lie within the gate, let alone inside the monstrous building.

So, instead of going inside of the gate which belonged to the fence that surrounded the building, she simply walked along side of the fence. She looked inside of the fence as well as around her. She didn't want anything to possibly come and attempt to harm her somehow.

Oddly, the area around the large building appeared to be vacant. Other than Eleven herself, there didn't see, to be any other animal or creature around. Eleven found that strange. She would only think that a place such as this that brought so much pain and negativity would be surrounded by terrible things that would bring you the same. But no, it was safe. The exterior as far as Eleven could embrace it, was safe.

"Bad," she mumbled. "Bad..."

Her lips quivered as she watched the creature hiss and scowl at her. She hated this. She hated everything about this. She hated whatever beast was in front of her. She hated the cap of wires that was forced upon her head. Lastly, she hated the thoughts that this all gave her.

Trapped. Alone. No one. Nothing. Just do what Papa wants and everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.

'No,' she told herself in her mind. She shook her head as tears threatened to fall from her big brown eyes. 'No.'

She ripped the head piece off of her head and looked at the window where she saw her Papa and other men standing there with annoyance written across their faces. It was if they hadn't a thing better to do than to observe her; a young girl whose childhood was robbed away from her.

Quickly then, two men - the same two men she knew to do this to her, grabbed her by the arms and began to pull her out of the room. This was normal. This was routine. If she did anything that was not wanted to be done, she was punished.

The men lifted her up just enough so her feet couldn't touch the ground. She began to scream; begging them to stop. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be locked away, only to see darkness. She didn't want to go back and spend hours inside of the hole in the wall that she was forced into whenever Papa didn't have his way.

What Eleven didn't understand out of all of this was that she was worried about being put into a hell inside of another hell. But, no. To her, this was her home. And until the day she would run away, it will always be.

Eleven had her head buried in her knees as she sobbed. All of these awful memories flooded back after seeing the lab. The thoughts began to haunt her so harshly to the point where she ran away from the lab, not caring what would follow her or what she might run into.

She ran and ran all the way until she reached a main street of some sort. Eleven just sat and cried. She sat and cried until she had no more emotion to spill out of herself. Soon, she stood once again, but it was not because she desired to move along again.

Eleven suddenly felt a presence. It was like the presence she felt when her and Mike had talked to each other when she was in his house while still in this dimension. The only difference was at this moment, the presence brought a negative energy, so she listened.

"Fag..."

"Fo- Face-..."

"Mi-night..."

"Too-le-..."

"Leave u- alo- T-oy..."

The voices she heard were like what she heard in Mike's house: mumbled and distant, but that didn't matter. Eleven knew what was going on and Eleven didn't like it.

Just then, Eleven heard a thud. She not only heard it, but she felt it to. The way she felt it, the whole ground vibrated, almost in anger.

"Lea- him alo- Troy!..."

That was it.

Eleven brought intercom up to her mouth, pulled the antenna, and pressed the magical button. "Leave my friends alone."

She screamed. She screamed, and then no more negative presences were felt.

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Back in the first world, Troy had decided to follow the small group of boys to harass them. It wasn't anything new, of course, but to Eleven, every contact that that idiot made with the people she cared about mattered.

Lucas was the one to realize something suspicious was going on. He glanced back behind his shoulder. "Shit," he mumbled. He quickly looked ahead of him again, but the other three boys turned back to see what the fuss was about. The immediately regretted it.

The little tormenter was following the four bikers on his skateboard. Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin stopped their bikes hopping that they could talk some sort of sense into Troy.

That theory, however, didn't go as planned.

Troy had went on to call each one of the innocent boys their typical nicknames as an attempt to make them all feel bad about themselves. Lucas, being the bold on, had stood up and told the bully to leave them all alone, but who would expect him to listen?

Will, being fed up, grabbed his bike again. He was about to hop on and start pedaling away until Troy had pushed him over and forced his bike to fall with him. He fell in the same spot Eleven was standing in the other dimension.

As the three other boys of the friend group were staring at Will in shock, not knowing how to react due to the quick action, a faint static was heard.

Ever since the first contact the boys had with Eleven, all four of them carried their intercoms with them everywhere they could. This of course meant that they had them in their backpacks during school. Mike, definitely always took out his intercom to hold while he rode home from school. The others would, too, sometimes, as well, but knowing Mike, of course he always would.

The static was coming from Mike's intercom which was in his hand. However, if you listened closely, you could hear that the static was not only audible on Mike's intercom, but it was also being heard from the intercoms that belonged to the other boys. None of their antennas were in the typical, appropriate position or angle.

The static, of course, started off faint. With each second, the volume of the static noise slowly grew louder. It grew and grew until the sound was hardly bearable. All five of the boys that were there began to cover their ears with their hands, hoping to dull the noise. Mike did this with one hand and one ear, since he refused to let go of the intercom.

All at once, the static stopped. Before anyone could say anything in regards to what just happened, a voice was heard. A voice that Mike had always found to be beautiful, though he didn't hear it as much as he would like.

"Leave my friends alone," the voice spoke.

Troy didn't get the opportunity to protest, for suddenly, the same voice that magically spoke from the intercom let out an ear piercing shriek, and suddenly, Troy was lying on the ground, doubling over in pain. None of the others there knew exactly what pain he was experiencing, but they could tell it was bad.

Before any blame was placed on them and before Troy could get up, the boys jumped on their bikes and pedaled away for home, thanking God that no one else took that street home after school.

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A/N: This is a very short and crappy chapter, especially for not having updated in so long, which I am so sorry about, guys. I spent this past weekend learning guitar (which I did succeed at, be proud of me.) and practicing for Beauty and the Beast. I had rehearsal for Beauty and the Beast Monday and Tuesday night, which ran about two and a half hours (going to 9:30pm). Anyways, I hope I can be forgiven, especially because I am truly sorry. I've been super stressed over this that and the other, lately, and I guess I just needed a break from writing. Also, this was a major filler. Anyhoo, thank you so much for reading! All of the fricken love! Dx