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TheWheeler Home in the Upside Down looked like a Ballerina's worst nightmare. It's dark and sadden, vines and dark flakes, yet still dainty all at once.
Vera wonders if the sight makes Nancy's stomach turn with agony, because Vera was sick just looking at it. Vera wonders in that moment what happened to Nancy's ballerina necklace, the one she never took off—all gold and shiny. Vera wonders when Barb went, did the ballerina necklace go too? Did Nancy lose herself when she lost her ballerina necklace, she must've.
Vera watches Nancy push into her Upside Down home carved by the devils, and Vera sees her as a hurt ballerina once again. The ones who are all skin and bones, bruises and bloody toenails that are threatening to fall off. Nancy is the type of ballerina to shake and cry as she does pirouettes, in so much pain but she won't stop because she must remain perfect.
When she lost the power to be perfect, she lost everything else—a best friend, Steve, innocence, and the ballerina necklace it seems.
Vera let's the ballerina gold chain tangle around her own mind and squeeze till her brain ridges pop like mush. Vera could never be a ballerina, especially not one like Nancy—she isn't strong enough, because Nancy had lost her best friend and kept going. Vera has lost her best friend and wishes to rot—she hides a smile at the curse.
Will she be able to breathe again once her bones snap, eyes gone like teeth for the tooth fairy, and she's hollow like Alice's never ending fall?
But what about the ghost boy she leaves behind? What will he do? Will he survive? Will he drown himself in Lover's Lake? Or will he gut himself in the bathroom shower till he's just bones and eyes? Or maybe, he'll be just fine without her.
Because he's lost ballerina's before.
"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin's voice is soft and trying to break ice that can't be broken.
