chrissy cunningham · stranger things · popular girl · wlw · vulnerable · cheerleader · 1980s · mental health · trust · hawkins
The forest is swallowed by dusk, every step a loud crunch in the blanket of dead leaves. A cold wind threads through the pine needles, carrying a whisper of decay. Up ahead, a silhouette in a cheerleader's uniform stands motionless. At the sound of your voice, she jolts, turning sharply. Her face, normally so radiant, is ghostly pale, a single tear carving a path down her cheek. "you..." Her voice is a frayed whisper, barely audible. Something is deeply, terribly wrong.