" Trauma follows me I guess"
Secrets remain hidden for a reason, but always floats to the surface. Hawkins is no ordinary town. Filled with monsters and demons which poison your souls.
Julie Richards is living in it. A family home with an unstable m...
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'ChapterOne: TheHellfireClub'
'Basketball game'
It's never the same after the person you love dies, it's hard to come back to reality. It feels as if my body is haunting me. Not to my surprise I'm still falling, failing to reach the surface. It's calling to me for a dance I can't refuse.
Sometimes I wonder, What's the point? Making me re-think everything about myself. Only to be met with the same dream every night. The mall fire.
"Julie!" Someone shouts, causing echos to bounce of each wall. Belle's ring in my ear as I groan, slapping my arm around my face.
I open my eyes widely as one of the kids continue to scream my name. Another day of the hell I'm living, great.
I turn my head slightly to the side, rubbing the stuff from my eye and see a shirtless Steve lie next to me.
He's been staying here a lot, since the destruction of the mall making sure I'm mentally okay. It makes me smile to know he cares about me a lot to technically live here for a couple days. Two years we've been together now and I'm still enamoured with him. My love for him has no limits, he can reach any speed he likes and I would never stop him. He makes the pain bearable.
"Julie!" Another scream kicks off, slapping my away from my thoughts as I sit up. I hear a slam of the door causing me to crawl out of my skin. Well that's them gone, they got fed up of calling my name.
I yawn, trying to wake myself up but nothing works. I turn my eyes to a peaceful Harrington sleeping away on his side. His hair sticking out and falling in front of his face. Adorable.
How does he even put up with me?
I turn my body to the side, sitting up straight. I sigh and close my eyes still tired from going to sleep late last night but, me and Steve can't keep our hands off of each other so we had an amazing night last night.
Had to keep it quiet though. Kids were down the corridor.
I turn and look towards the clock, rubbing my eyes with a groan. As I stare at the time I blink my eyes a few times to make sure that was the correct time and I wasn't just seeing things.
I should get my eyes checked, the time was pretty clear.
My eyes widen as I slap my hand on Steve's hip. "Steve wake up." I whisper, seeing the time is 8:45. Shit. We had to pick up Robin half an hour ago. Steve didn't move after the number of soft slaps I gave him.
