Mysteries Unraveled: Rules Broken, Hearts Awoken

Truth Revealed

Sam's POV

So, last night was insane. After the intrusive thoughts won and you cut yourself again, deeper this time, Hopper and Eddie insisted on staying. You weren't trying to actually hurt yourself, just had to know that what had happened was actually real.

It seems silly this morning, but you stayed up most the night in your room thinking about Eddie and chain smoking. Everything that's happened with the club and being fired from the studio, then last night, and he's still the number one thing on your brain.

You could hear the three of them talking in the living room, Eddie still arguing that they should tell you everything. Part of you wonders how you could ever think he doesn't care about you and another part is just more sad because he doesn't care for you the way you do him. How could he now? You're a fucking freak of nature. Maybe even just some fucking lab experiment.

They're all still asleep as you make your way to the kitchen. You aren't hungry but you need to focus on something, keep busy.

'Cigarette first.' You think and go sit on the steps outside.

'Can I even get cancer or something?' You wonder as you light another cigarette, the last in the pack.

Maybe this isn't real. You had a bad trip.

You flip open your lighter, watching the flame as you bring your palm over it.

Ouch! Fuck!

You drop the lighter as you shake your burnt hand before pressing your other to it and closing your eyes.

Fuck. The burn is still there, the skin bubbled and hot.

You close your eyes again and breathe deep.
This time it's gone when you check your hand.

Ok, so you don't have to be touching it to heal. That's a thing you know now...
This is way too fucking weird.

When you walk back inside, you look at Eddie sleeping on the floor, Hopper on the couch. They have way more to explain, but you're honestly not sure you can handle anything else at this point. Correction, lies. You can't handle anymore lies. Can't handle the way Hopper twists his answers to be just enough to answer questions but not be the full truth.

You go to your room and get dressed then leave. There's one person you know will tell you the truth if you show him what you can do.

"Sam?"

"You have a minute?" You ask and the door swings open more, allowing you entry.

"Somewhere private?" You ask when he sits on the couch.

"Uh, sure." He answers and leads you to his room. "If this is about Eddie."

"It's not." You reply and close his door.

There's a messy desk against a wall and you grab a hobby knife off of it.

"What the hell are you doing!?" He asks with a horrified expression when you pull your jacket sleeve up and cut yourself.

"Just wait." You say nervously and cover the cut with your hand.

He's looking at you like you're crazy as you close your eyes.

"Holy shit!" He exclaims and you open your eyes to see the last bit of the wound close.

"So, uh. That's. That's it."

"We have to show Eddie! And Steve!"

"They know. So does Hopper."

"They do?" He asks. "Then what are you doing here?"