IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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Rose stood at the mirror. The glass began to grow foggy from the hot water that was streaming from the shower.
She felt so cold.
But she couldn't bring herself to touch the water. This thingwouldn't let her. Rose tore off her oversized shirt, tugging off her shorts turning to the shower.
Move.
Move.
Her breathing started to quicken.
And then her head started to pound.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut, pushing her legs to move. In one swift movement she was at the shower, and then stepping over the tub wall into the hot water. It stung. She groaned, the pounding in her head grew.
The water pounding.
Her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
She reached out holding onto the wall once she started to see stars.
"Get out of my head." She mumbled. Her skin getting hotter and hotter.
She cried out when her vision went black. She saw Hopper. Gasping she opened her eyes again only to find herself standing back in front of the mirror. She was still dripping wet.
She stared mouth agape feeling the tingle on the back of her neck.
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch." She cracked the mirror with a simple jerk of her powers into the metal backing of the glass.
"Rosie? Are you alright?" Rose sucked in a breath staring at the distorted and broken image of herself.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered hearing Jeans steps go away. Rose looked back at the shower that was still shooting out hot water.
If this thing didn't like warmth.
Then it won't like staying inside of her.
She suck her hand into the stream of water. The pounding in her head returning. It was like distant screaming. Like a door getting pounded from the outside.
Every muscle in her body begged her to walk away. Begged her to not step foot in that shower.
But that wasn't really her thinking that at all.
Rose ducked into the water, falling to her knees. Hugging her arms around her body. The hot water falling onto her back.
She held back a cry as a splitting pain grew. Like someone took a knife to her skull, and pulled it down towards her eyes.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into her reddening skin.
A pit grew in her stomach and rose. She thought she was going to throw up. She gritted her teeth feeling her temperature continue to raise.
