Unlikely Couple

The Awakening

Chrissy's Pov

It's been about three days since I've I woke up in this... place. The last thing I remember was doing a drug deal at Eddie 'The Freak' Munson's trailer getting something 'stronger' to stop these visions and terrible nightmares. Eddie was in his room looking for it when... when I felt it. I ran down the hallway to get Eddie when I saw my mother and I was back home, that's when I knew I was fucked.

When that thing crept down the hall trying to get me, I tried running but it was no hope. "Chrissy," it said in a deep almost demonic voice. It was ugly and making strange grunting noises coming toward me. I felt my heart beating and my face getting hotter, tears ran down my cheeks as he stepped in front of me. "Don't cry Chrissy," it said wiping my tear away with its long claw-like finger. I cried more especially after it said, "Time for your suffering to end,"  

Its long fingers slowly tried grabbing my head but then I heard the sound of music, my favorite song, Take my breath away by Berlin. Not sure what came over me, maybe it was the song, but I decided to fight back. I kicked it as hard as I could square in its... stomach? It stepped back and I bolted, searching for another way out. I stumbled around hearing it look for me when I finally got to the back door, I opened it and to my surprise, it wasn't blocked off. 

I ran out of the house slamming the door behind me not looking back. I ran for what felt like forever when I finally made it back to Eddie's or what I was Eddie's. The trailer looked decrepit with overgrown vines, the sky was red with creepy-looking bats flying around. I opened the door slowly and the inside was even messier than it was. Something wasn't right, did that thing take me to another detention? I stepped inside and quickly shut the door when I heard screeching from an unknown creature. 

I stayed in what I assumed to be Eddie's room because of his guitar. It was absolutely beautiful so was some of his cool artwork that scattered the walls. I sat on the bed and admired his room even though everything still was abnormal. I saw his backpack on the floor and decided to pick it up. There was a notebook inside with drawings on every page but about ten. The last date read November 6th, 1983, I looked at the calendar on his wall when I saw the dates were the same. Did I time travel as well?

 Nothing was adding up, my head began to spin so I decided to lay my head down. I grabbed something to cuddle with because I was scared shitless and I needed something to help me stay calm. I grabbed one of Eddie's hoodies and held it tight; it smelled just like Eddie, lavender, pine, leather, and weed. Something about his smell made me feel calmer, safer. I felt my eyes getting heavier and eventually, I passed out. 

I've been too scared to leave so I'm stuck in an alternate detention of Eddie Munson's house three years prior. I'm scared to eat as well so I've just been puking my guts up but what's new? I wish I was home, in my warm soft bed. Every time I close my eyes, I keep imagining myself at home waking up feeling nice and refreshed, turning over to see another body in my bed. I smile and cuddle up to them, I feel guilty when I see the long, dark curls of hair. The person rolls over and holds me tight planting soft warm kisses on my neck. 

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Eddie's Pov

I swear I'm losing my mind. First, the queen of Hawkins High was at MY house buying drugs, then all of the sudden her eyes roll to the back of her head, and then all of the sudden she flat out disappears out of thin air only to leave some blood and her gold necklace that her douchebag of a boyfriend gave her for their one year anniversary. Her body started floating then it hit the ceiling and then just disa-fucking-ppeared. I didn't know what else to do but run leaving everything behind. I got in my shitbox of a van and drove off to the only place I knew I'd be safe. The next morning I was going to be a wanted man. I know people saw us together and now her bloody necklace was laying on my living room floor and I left in a rush without her, I was for sure going to be suspect number one.