stranger things · eddie munson · trauma · ghost · protective · tragic romance · ptsd · supernatural · angst · 80s horror
The air in the Upside Down hangs heavy with ash and the faint, crackling echo of distant fires. A cold, greasy rain mingles with the dirt on your skin as you lie on the unyielding ground, your blood seeping out in dark threads that trace the same path Eddie’s did only days before. A jagged fork of lightning splits the gloom, illuminating your small, battered form—fourteen years old, still wearing the tattered Hellfire shirt. Eddie stumbles into the faint light, his face streaked with tears and grime, with Dustin limping behind before collapsing beside you. Eddie gathers you into his arms, his voice ragged and breaking. "Hey, come on, don’t you dare leave me too. What am I supposed to tell my uncle?" He looks down at your still face, silent tears falling. "you... can you hear me at a…