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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— "FREAKING HELL ERICA, what did i get into?„ i sight in despair to my little sister who was listening to my ranting, while playing dolls on my room carpet.
"i told you a million times, Miranda. if you follow these nerds in their weird games, who knows what'll happen next ?death?" she sighed, "Gosh, you're so dumb, sometimes." she rolled her eyes, and concentrate back on her game.
i watched my reflection in the mirror, my hair attached in a low ponytail, a white shirt, and a black longue skirt, and my sneakers along with the long socks i stole from my dad. i was getting ready to go to the hospital. "miranda, let's go !" my mom called me from downstairs.
"don't stress, you got this." erica finally told me before exiting my room with all her dolls.
i got downstairs in followed my mom to her car, while she was reassuring me the best she could. but— i couldn't stop thinking about yesterday.. eleven.. what she did. i don't know why, it triggered me.
—— "El?" mike asked. the bald girl sits down at the table where the DnD board is. Her eyes were closed, which she opened it at the call of her nicknames. It's not game ready, but 6 miniatures were on the boards surface. the girl focus was, now, on those. eleven places the palms of her hands on the board. she closes her eyes. miranda, dustin, mike, and lucas moved closer.
"El?" mike called her, again. after a moment, she opened her eyes, again. she reaches down and picks up the wizard miniature. she holds it close to her face, inspecting it. "will." El said.
"superpowers." dustin smiled, lucas rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly, as mike sat down in the chair next to the girl. "did you see him? on mirkwood ? do you know where he is?" he asked.
using her arm, she sweeps the board clear of the miniatures, making them falling on the floor. she flips the board upside down. it's surface is black. she took the wizard representing will and puts it in the center of the upside down board. the first Sinclair raised a brow, as her brother was confused.
"i'm sorry Eleven, but- i don't think that i follow you anymore." the black girl frowned, in incomprehension.
"hiding," she simply answered.
"will is hiding ?" mike asked, the girl nodded. "from the bad men ?" he asked, again, she shook her head. still focusing on that flipped board. "then from who ?" miranda frowned, the girl put the demogorgan figurine on the board.
