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"NO." OLIVIA SHAKES HER HEAD,"Please, no." The Harrington sobs, "Eleven!" The buzz haired girl turns back to the monster, and lifts her hand, the demogorgan screeches in pain, wriggling in its hold. Olivia falls too her knee, slapping her hands over her ears and crying out in pain. Dustin, Lucas and Mike cry out in pain, pressing their hands tightly to their ears.
Olivia closes her eyes tightly shut, curling in on herself, blood beginning to drip from her other nostril and her ears, falling from the wound on her eyebrow and her neck. But then everything stops, the pounding in her head, the bleeding from her wounds. The brunette girl with long wavy hair looks up last, her beautiful eyes turning their gaze up too where Eleven would stand and this time, there's no innocence.
"Goodbye Liv."
Olivia sits up in her bed with a gasp, cold sweat drips down her back and her temples, her shirt sticks to her chest and peels away from her back. A cold breeze enters threw the window which is cracked open, the moon beams illuminating her room. Her head spins and her vision is blurred. Hot tears drip down her cheeks, taking over the dry tear lines and making new ones, wetting her rosy red cheeks.
The only thing that can be heard in the silence if her heavy breathing, Olivia swallows thickly, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. She takes slow shaky heavy breaths and brings her knees up too her chest, trying to calm herself down before she has a full blown panic attack. The time is 5:27, she would get up at 6 anyway to start getting ready for school.
The Harrington climbs out of her bed, dragging her bare feet against the soft carpet until they hit the cold wooden flooring as her door opens and she steps out, heading for the stairs and walking into the kitchen, flicking the light on and grabbing the bottle of chocolate milk and bucket of left over KFC pieces from the night before. She sits down at the kitchen table, opens the bucket and pours a glass of chocolate milk into a glass she had the night before
"Liv?" Steve mumbles, standing up off the couch and walking towards her, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you up so earlier?" The TV is on low playing a soccer game that is on one of the channels they have.
"Can't sleep." Olivia mumbles, biting onto a piece of chicken. "You?"
"Watching the game." Steve yawns walking over to the fridge, "Or was." Olivia holds her hand out, and the ketchup bottle flies from the fridge into her hand, she opens the lid and pours ketchup onto the table, dipping the chicken pieces into it. The older Harrington is too tired to say anything and sits down opposite her, holding a pizza box. They sit in silence with the birds chirping outside and the tv on low, flickering in the living room. But then Steve breaks it, "You'd tell me if you had a boyfriend right?"
