❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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"AURORA... IS THAT YOUR NAME, CORRECT?"
Lying on the bed, she blinked slowly as she watched the man approach her. She felt his large, cold hands caress her small face.
She looked around. She felt trapped in a hospital room, cold and pale. There were colorful drawings on the wall.
She could hear the clanking of metal objects. She wanted to move, but her limbs were tied to the bed.
"Calm down, no one is going to hurt you. Don't be afraid." He whispered.
She felt something pierce her skin. Instinctively, she screamed, but her vocal chords made no sound.
She twitched desperately, hearing the voices in the distance, a distant, indistinguishable whisper...
...that stopped completely as she felt her body hit the hard floor.
Rory grunted and opened her eyes. She was in her room, no longer in that stinking, freezing place.
She sat up in bed and tried to process what had happened. And a light went on in her head.
That gray-haired man she saw at the lab the night before was Dr. Brenner, the director of that place. How could she not have realized that before? The man in the dream and the sinister man in the corridor.
In fact, this solo investigation was consuming her and playing with her brain.
The man said something she couldn't understand. His voice echoed in her head, but she couldn't make out a single word. But it was as if the words made her feel sick to her stomach. Like her body knew what he was saying.
Or maybe it was just hunger.
She looked at the clock. Shit! It was a school day and she was already late. She'd taken sleeping pills the night before. She was too restless. But no one had woken her up. Or maybe they had, but she was stoned. Which didn't make sense. The first option was the most possible.
She got up, put on a blue blouse over her jeans, grabbed her backpack, and ate an apple as she left the house and sat on her bike.
Rory rode to Hawkins High. It wasn't that late, she'd only missed one class and would be there by first break time.
She used to be so careful, thinking before she acted, but lately her nerves had been on edge. Especially since the day before. She hadn't had time to look at the documents she'd stolen.
