Basic Instinct [stranger things]

1. Untimely Meetings

CHAPTER ONE
UNTIMELY MEETINGS

Kimberley Jenkins was cursed.

Cursed with the single curse which she had somehow managed to inflict upon herself over the years, yet, the single curse which she found herself unable to break.

Cursed with an eternity of suffering at the hands of depression. Well, at least it felt like a curse.

Depression is an awfully powerful thing. Inviting itself into ones mind unannounced, tugging on ones heartstrings and emotions, twisting and warping ones insides until the once content, carefree victim is thrown out the other side an unrecognisable, sorrowful mess.

It's a bittersweet thing, to look back on the person you once were. So innocent and full of life, unaware of the dangers and horrors the world had to offer, in contrast to now, where you're left with nothing but a ghost of the person you once were.

Somewhere along the way your innocence slips away from you without warning, leaving room for all the sadness and desolation to seep in, leaving nothing but a blur to fill your memories as you watch yourself slowly disappear. An unrecognisable stranger filling the role.

One can easily lose themselves to depression.

Depression comes in a wave. A great formidable wave that can drown you if you aren't careful enough. One wrong footing and you're gone, sinking under the crashing waves of your inner sufferings, unable to breathe as it pushes you under, until finally, you snap. You just want it to stop, you just want out and away from it all.

That's exactly where Kimberley Jenkins found herself at; the breaking point.

Too far gone to come back to the girl she once knew. Though it was different for Kimmy, for she appeared to be the only one who was unable to recognise the stranger who would stare back at her in the mirror each morning.

No one else had noticed the fight she had been battling within herself for the past years. No one else had noticed the way the once altruistic, playful girl was now running solely on the hurt that pumped through her veins on the constant.

No one had taken the time to care, nor her peers or her family. They didn't want to care, and she didn't blame them. She wasn't a concern to them, not worth a second thought - and why should she be?

She didn't necessarily have any friends. But Kimmy couldn't help but think it was her own fault. She'd had plenty of chances to get herself just one friend, although she'd either pushed people away or been pushed away by others. It got to the point she stopped trying. She'd seen the way many of her peers acted and behaved both from afar and up close, and she decided it was maybe for the best she was alone.

Often, Kimmy felt conflicted. While she wished to attend school in hope to get away from her house and all the horrors which continued to haunt her within the walls, she had also grown a distaste for school. Seeing how more often than not she was either victim of awful words thrown at her, being blanked and ignored, or very rarely laid hands on her.

However she had no other option but to suck it up and deal with it. She'd much rather be faced with the constant harassment and anxiety which would pump through her veins as she walked the halls of the school rather than the overwhelming flush of fear which would numb all other feelings and senses while she entered the small, rundown, dingy building she had the displeasure of calling home.

Her father had a bit of a drinking problem, Kimmy couldn't remember the last time she seen him without a drink in his hand. The older man's temper only growing triple in size when he'd had just a drop of alcohol  - a temper which was already most likely double the size of any other man his size and age.