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"Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh..." Eddie was beginning his explanation, but even at the start it seemed like this was becoming hard for him to do without choking up. He stares at the ground intently as I sit beside him, Dustin and the rest were in front of us. We all listen to him, "And she just, like, hung there. In the air." He paused a bit and then continued, "And her bones... Uh, she..." Eddie choked up again. He looked down covering his eyes a bit and sucking in the urge to cry. I looked over to Dustin who was kneeling in front. He didn't know what to say and neither did I.
Eddie's hand was still in mine from before, every time his story became a bit more intense, he would squeeze harder. He looked in shock and wasn't staring at anyone in the eye. "Her bones started to snap." He looks up to Dustin, "Her eyes, man. It... It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling."
No one knew how to respond, we hadn't seen anything like that being described and the way Eddie's voice trembled as he began to think about Chrissy's body being crushed, was a bit more of reassurance that I needed to know if Dustin was on the same boat with not having experienced a traumatic event as that.
"I... I didn't know what to do, so I..." Eddie looked over to me now, hand squeezing a little harder, and his eyes looking desperate for someone to believe him. "I ran away. I left her there." He looked back and forth between Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve and then back to me. "You all think I'm crazy, right?"
"We don't think you're crazy at all." I interceded, but I think it just made him more pissed off that we might have been lying out of sympathy. "Don't bullshit me, (Y/n)! I know how this sounds!" I nodded my head a bit as I retrieved my hand from his. He needed some space, and I needed to give it to him. I could tell he noticed that his outburst had surprised me, because when my hand was fully on my lap, he looked at me, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"We're not bullshitting you."
"We believe you."
He looked away as Dustin began speaking to him, waiting for his attention to retrieve back to the original problem. "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take." My brother looked over to me and sighed, "(Y/n), you might want to pay attention to this too." I pursed my lips because all I could feel was a bit of betrayal from my own brother and friends, especially the fact that I didn't know any of this shit that was going on. It was understandable that our mother wouldn't know, that'd give her a goddamn heart attack, but me? Dustin's sister, who's always been supportive of his stupid ideas that seem like failures, but ended up encouraging them?
It was all a bit upsetting, but I could see from the corner of my eye that they were waiting for a response from me to continue with this information dump, "Okay."
"You know how people say Hawkins is...cursed?" We both looked up from looking at our hands, almost as if we were in sync with our thoughts, our emotions, our beliefs. "They're not way off."
