While Eddie is at school, I sit in my room drawing and writing. My sweet little crow friend is back, perched beside me at my vanity that I'm now using as a desk. I'm glad Nos is still here. They give me someone to talk to while I'm pretty much alone. I feel strangely connected to them. We seem to understand one another, having full conversations together.
I look up from my drawing to give them a little pet. In the reflection of my mirror, I see the same woman from the other night sitting on my bed, watching me. I quickly spin in my seat to look at her directly. I can't say that I feel scared at her presence. Rather, I get a warm, loving feeling from her.
"You're Eddie's mom, aren't you?" I ask her.
She doesn't say a word. She just smiles and nods contently at me.
"Have you really been watching him all this time?" I can't help but feel like this is going to be very one-sided. Maybe ghosts can't talk?
She nods again before looking over at my bedside table, where I have the pile of photos we took after we got back from the court house.
"Do you want to see them?" I ask as I walk over, picking them up before I sit next to her.
She smiles at me as I start going through the pile, giving her enough time to look at each one. I can almost see a sparkle in her eyes.
"Hold on. I have a box of pictures from before." I get up and go to my closet, digging out a big box of Polaroids. "Here we go." I dig through the box, showing her pictures from all stages of our lives. School photos, birthdays, Halloween, Christmas. You name it, I have a picture.
"Thank you." She finally speaks. Her voice is soft.
"For what?" I ask a bit stunned that she spoke.
"You make him so happy. He was such a sad, broken boy before you came into his life." She places her hands on my cheeks. I can't feel her physically, but I can feel a strange combination of warmth and static. "You complete their family. Wayne never had a family of his own, not until he got Eddie, then you. Even if he doesn't show it or say it much, he loves you both so much."
"I know." I don't know what to say. She's been here all along. She sees it all.
"I'm so proud of Eddie. He's grown into such a good young man. Better than I'd ever hoped." She let's out a sigh, clearly bothered by something.
"What's wrong? I mean.... other than not being able to tell him yourself...."
"I'm glad he hasn't turned out like his father. I just wish he wouldn't, you know, sell drugs." She whispers the last part like I'm not the only one that can hear her. "I want to see him make something good out of his life and not get caught doing something to get himself locked up."
"Don't worry. He's going to be famous one day." I grin at her. Now I know why she was watching Eddie the other night. She's a loving mom who thinks her son and the band have something good going on. She's watching him, waiting for him to be something great. She's hoping for the best for her only child.
"Morrígan? Who are you talking to?" Uncle Wayne calls from outside my bedroom door.
"No one, Uncle Wayne. Just my bird?" I answer, opening the door. I don't know why I made it sound like a question, but as he looks into the room, he sees it's only me and Nos.
"That thing talks?" He asks, stepping inside, close to the crow.
"Uncle - Wayne." Nos caws at him.
"Yes, Nos can talk. Crows are very intelligent, you know." I tell him. "Aren't you a smart bird? Yes, you are!"
"Morrígan!" Nos replies.
"Kiddo, we need to talk." Wayne says. He looks really uncomfortable.
"Okay? Is everything alright?" I ask him as I sit back down on my bed. Eddie's mom is still here, listening to what's about to be said.
"Everything is fine. I just, I noticed what you drew the other night. More, who you drew." He picks up my open sketchbook, seeing the new drawing of her.
"What about it?" I ask, watching him flip through the pages. Many of them are of her, others are of the monsters from my nightmares.
"How? Have you seen pictures? Do you know who she is?" He struggles to find the right words.
"I know who she is. I've never seen a picture of her. I've never heard anything about her, but yes. I know. I can't tell you how, but I know." I tell him. Eddie's mother places her hand on mine, like the loving mom she is.
"Morrígan. How?" Wayne drops my book back onto the vanity and walks over to me. The energy he's giving off is almost scary. I understand why. What happened to her was horrible. Neither of them ever talked about it, ever.
"I see her. I was talking to HER, Uncle Wayne. She's here, right now!" I don't know how else to tell him other than to just say it. "I saw what happened to her in my nightmares. I know. I don't want to know, but I do." I start to cry, covering my face with my now shaking hands.
Both Uncle Wayne and the ghost of Eddie's mom hug me.
I'm too overwhelmed with emotion. I'm angry that I was shown. I'm sad I was never told. I'm scared of the other things I've seen.
"Let me go." I almost demand. My body is vibrating, but not because of how I'm feeling.
"What? Why?" Uncle Wayne questions, backing away slowly.
"Please!" I scream at him as I get up and run out of my room. I barely make it to the living room before I feel like I'm physically about to explode.
Eddie's mom appears and wraps her arms around me, enveloping me with her full body of warmth and static. A huge burst of energy leaves me, being slightly dampened by her spirits embrace. The entire trailer shakes and rumbles as the energy wave rips through it, knocking things down everywhere, but nothing is broken or damaged, this time at least.
Uncle Wayne runs out of my room, being pushed back by the blast. He's unharmed but shaken.
"Morrígan? Are you okay?" He questions as he makes his way to my side. He grabs me by the shoulders, looking me over as the blood starts pouring from my nose. "Oh Morrígan."
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The Freak and The Angel
Fanfiction(18+ contains sex, drugs, abuse, s/h, s/a, trauma.) "Angel" is a young girl from Hawkins lab who receives help escaping. She comes across a 10 year old Eddie Munson, who is injured. She helps him, and in turn, he helps her. His uncle Wayne "ado...
