#day 012

[formuladone]

Driver Every Day 2020 - 012//366 ∟ Day 012 - Sébastien  B u e m i

[365song]

Day 12: Remember how some of these were meant to represent the day? This one does! This 2000's country song is the first one that comes to mind when I think of a "happy" country song! It's definitely a great day to be alive! 

[hitrecord]

“DAY 012″

[doodlebs]

i know she’s basically the same as honoka...... i k n ow.... but i still like her  .. .... 

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[crysjnn]

170314 — Day 012 Studying at my school for this test heh 🤦‍♀️

[w0-2013-365]

012/26

shipping costs yee-haw

[w0-2013-365]

012-365

times like these....

[emo-floof-child-writes]

Day 012: Letter.

Featuring Steve Harrington and kind of(?) Max Mayfield.

Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Erica Sinclair and El Hopper mentioned.

864 words. Kind of spoilers, and I'm not proud of this one. I had to power through to finish this one.

He eyes the manilla envelope on the table, and he presses his fist against his mouth, his lips pressed together tight. She isn’t dead. Not yet. She told us that those letters are only for after she’s dead. “A failsafe,” she said. He turns away from it. Maybe if I look away from it my desire to read it will dissipate and the letter will disappear with it. He stands, and bites at his nails. I need to hear her voice, even if it’s just text. I need to hear her snark, just one more time... He groans, and snatches the letter off of the table, and rips the envelope. She’ll forgive me. He decides, unfolding the notebook paper that served as her note. “There's something I need to get off my chest. If you are reading this, I guess I died.” She writes, and he feels a tremble go through his hand. “Which sucks.” She continues, “I had so much I wanted to do. You may be wondering why I wrote you a letter, Steve. Truth be told, I don’t know. It just felt like, right, I guess? So here’s the letter. Steve, we met in the weirdest sequence of events ever. 

“We were in a fu¢king junkyard at dusk, of all things, searching for a lizard that came from a different dimension! At the time, I thought it was an elaborate prank on Dustin and Lucas’ part. The whole ‘do you accept the risk?’ bullsh!t and the weird dimensional lizard thing. It seemed like things boys back in California would do to make fun of me. But then me and Lucas ran into you and Dustin on those train tracks, and you really took me off guard. An older kid? Indulging kids in their fantasy role playing? Impossible. Then we started fortifying that bus, and you had that bat and the meat, it felt like too much effort for a prank. So, I admit I thought you guys were just insane. You called me “Random Girl,” and acted like you knew everything, with the way you fought those demo-dogs with that bat with the rusty nails embedded in it. Of course, I told myself you were just there fighting like rabid bears or something like that. But despite that, when I saw that demo-dog open its face and roar at me from its perch above the school bus, you pushed me out of the way, and protected me. You didn’t know anything about me, nor had reason to care about me. Hell, you barely knew Dustin and Lucas at the time, and yet you helped us with Dart and the other demo-dogs!

“Then when we were all at the Byers’ house, and Billy came looking for me, you didn’t hesitate for a single second. I never properly thanked you for that. You just decided you were going to be a protector, and that was it. I had always wanted a brother, and when Mom remarried to Neil, I thought it would be Billy, but he was an @sshole and never cared about me. But watching you, I think I figured out what a brother should be. My true big brother.” Steve chokes up, and a tear leaks out. Max thinks of me as a big brother... “And if you even think about telling anyone I said that, I’ll come back from the grave and dig myself out, drag myself to your big, dumb house and kill you myself. Also, if you read this before I die, you’re also dead. Now that that is cleared up, I need you to know that this isn’t your fault. I’m sure you did everything you could to save me. And I know you won’t listen and will still blame yourself, but please at least take comfort in the fact that I don’t blame you for this. But you know, if I look back, despite dying at fifteen, it was worth it. The risk Lucas spoke of, when he told me, was worth it.” Steve sniffs, a hint of a smile on his face as he reads her letter. Why did it have to be you? He wonders, rubbing his eyes.

“I don’t regret it because I met you guys and you made all the sh!tty things in my life disappear into the background. When I got to Indiana, I thought I was gonna hate it here. And I did, I missed my skate park, my friends, and especially my dad. But now I have you, and the boys, and El. I hope you find someone who can make you even half as happy as you made me.” That line stabs Steve right through his heart, like the spears Lucas and Erica made Eddie and Dustin. He grabs his chest, and he chokes out a sob. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU? He asks again, collapsing to his knees, and clutching his skull. “I love you, Steve. You were there for me when all else left me. Please take care of Lucas, El and Dustin. They will need you now more than ever. And allow yourself to mourn me. Love, your baby sister, Max.”