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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— "HE WAS SURE A NERD, but a nice one." erica tried to comfort her sad sister, the best she could, while caressing her shoulder. a weak and dry chuckle got out of her big sister throat, and she got out of the room of the first Sinclair.
fucking hell. the scene couldn't stop replaying again, and again in my poor head. i've seen everything : a girl with power, my parents kissing. yeah enough things in my little life.. but a dead/lifeless body ? it's traumatizing. i put my slippers on and went out to get a glass of water, still in my comfortable pink pajamas. opening the door of my room to get out, i fell on my twin who was visibly about to knock on my door.
"what, Lucas." i asked my brother, who awkwardly shrugged.
"mike says that we should meet at his, for will. apparently, eleven found will." lucas told me, with a scoff. we held an eye contact on for what seemed like.. minutes. long minutes. ilooked away, sighing. i was about to say something. "i know what you're thinking about, and i'm kinda dubious about it too. but hey— it's for wil we're doing it."
"okay, yes. wait for me, i'm going to get dressed." i told my brother, who nodded. since i already had a shower, but just dressed into another pajama, and already brushed my teeth.. i put a sweatpants on, with my sweater, and my sneakers on. arranged my hair in a quick low ponytail, and didn't forget to put lip balm. in a hurry, i went downstairs and directly grabbed a water bottle, and went to take my bike in the garage. where Lucas was waiting for me.
the way at mike's home was very silent. us, who, usually, are very talkative.. didn't tell or simply uttered a single word. i was apprehensive about this whole thing— situation.. i don't know.. i didn't know where to put my head. we parked our bikes in the garage of the wheeler's, next to mike's and dustin's ones. i knocked on the door and was welcomed by mike. it was a lil awkward between us.
going down the stairs leading to his basement, i waved at dustin, who was already sitting in front of eleven who had mike's talkie-walkie in her hands, and nodded at the girl with an awkward smile. while lucas didn't even looked at the girl and just greeted his friend.
we took our seats on the floor and it began. eleven settled the talkie-walkie on a channel, closed her eyes, and slowly, a trail of blood came out of her nose, as weird and indescribable noises came out of the talkie-walkie. then we heard breathing, and faint whimpers. lucas, dustin and i shared looks together.
