I bolt up, sitting on my bed drenched in sweat, and an expression of pure horror. The nightmares have been getting worse, night after night.
It's the last day before spring break, I can finally rest- though school isn't my biggest worry anymore, it's still pretty major.
Thinking about this subject a few years ago, school would've been my number one worry, but ever since I started regaining memories I've buried so deep within me, everything has changed.
I've always known I was different, that was no mystery to be solved. It's not like the 013 on my wrist will magically disappear. But my past memories had, at least that's what I believed, but the nightmares I've been recently having proved otherwise.
I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about my dream, or should I say flashback, as it's only me reliving my memories in what's supposed to be a peaceful sleep. This one was worse than yesterday, it's a common occurrence with these dreams. Worse than the night before.
I get up out of my bed, I don't have much time left before school starts. I pick out my outfit and take a quick shower, struggle with my hair for a few minutes, having long, curly black hair isn't always easy.
I can see the dark circles just underneath my green eyes more visibly than yesterday. So much for going to sleep earlier.
I don't have anybody to greet when I wake up, or leave my room, or leave the house. I live alone, but I'm n out complaining- it's better this way. Ever since I turned 18 I moved out of that old place I was staying at. I can't even consider it a home, nobody would. But that's a whole other story, my minds probably saving that one for a future nightmare.
I arrive at Hawkins high school, being held back a year wasn't what I had in mind, but after everything that went on last year after reuniting with El, and meeting her odd group of friends, it's no big surprise.
I was only able to reunite with her by pure luck. I got a job at some stupid ice cream place in a mall, became friends with two people that worked there, met their little friend group of children, specifically Steve's friend group, and one of them happened to be El. Pure luck.
I see Max hopping off the bright yellow bus, music blasting in her ears as the school counsellor yells at her to get her attention. Whatever it was, Max clearly wasn't interested as the conversation, if you could even call it one, didn't last for more than five seconds.
I jog over to her, and we greet each other. Anybody who even glanced her way could tell that she wasn't doing well, mentally. After everything with Billy, she's never been the same, but I don't blame her, she watched her stepbrother die right in front of her, then she has to lie to everyone about what happened.
We walk into the loud and bright gym. Music blasting and cheerleaders doing whatever... cheerleaders do.
I spot Robin in the crowd of band kids. She hasn't stopped talking about Vickie, I can't even remember when the obsessing started. We make eye contact and I give her a wink, glancing over to Vickie and looking back at Robin. I couldn't tell wether her face was going red over the teasing, or how aggressively she was playing that damn trumpet.
Me and Max find our ways through the bleachers, and stand next to Mike and Dustin, who are currently arguing about who's girlfriend is better.
"Look, I'm not saying that my girlfriend is better than yours. It's just that Suzie's like, a certified genius."
"You do realize El saved the world twice, right?"
"And yet you still have a C in Spanish."
I decide to join in on the conversation, "well be happy you don't have a D, I'm struggling here."
Dustin makes a sad attempt at holding in a snort, when Mike nods in agreement.
The basketball guys start running into the gym floor, I couldn't care less about them though, I'm only here to cheer Lucas on.
"It is way too early in the morning to be this loud and energetic..." I mumble, receiving a nod in agreement from Max.
I zone out for a few seconds, till I hear Jason saying something about using the loss of people in Hawkins as motivation to win for them. As if some stupid basketball win would make everything better. This is all he gets out of it, people die, he uses their deaths to make him seem like a good person by using it as motivation for his stupid sport.
I see Max tense up at the mention of Billy, so I place a hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her.
I then hear Mike and Dustin complaining about the game being tonight, though I don't really care as it didn't catch my interest this time.
"They call it a tournament. You win one game, you go on until there's only one team left." Max yells over the crowd, I could never get bored of her funny remarks.
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Number 13- Eddie Munson x OC -Stranger things season 4
Fanfiction013- I've always been different, no mystery about that. It's not like the 013 on my wrist will magically disappear one day. Vee, a 19 year old girl with lots to deal with. Leaving Hawkins Lab, moving in with people she'll forever regret meeting, liv...