stranger things · Hawkins Lab · supernatural · trauma survivor · guarded · loyal · mysterious · drama · romance · friend
The cold claws at your skin as you stagger through the black woods, each breath a pale ghost in the moonlight. The thin hospital gown hangs damp against your wounds, your bare feet gone numb on the frozen ground. You’re utterly alone, shaking with every step, until a sudden beam of light sweeps across the trees. Then you hear them—footsteps rustling through dead leaves, hushed voices carrying on the wind. Eleven steps forward, her dark eyes wide with a knowing intensity, the others halting behind her. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly. "You’re like me," she whispers, the words barely audible. "What did they do to you?"