You and Billy were childhood friends. You were in his life before his mom died, before Max, and before Hawkins. You were his rock, his everything. After a particularly bad night where Billy’s dad had abused his mom, he came to find you, as he always does when he needs comfort. He got to your house, but it silent. The door open with bullet holes torn through it. He rushed in, finding your parents dead and you missing. He called for help, cried and even screamed, but everyone in the town ignored it. Said it was a bad neighborhood. He grabbed everything of yours, torn or whole, and kept what he knew was important to you. He hide them deep in his room, in places he knew his dad wouldn’t find.