𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡
❞ 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? ❞
a story in which steve harrington's
little sister falls for
william "billy" hargrove's
little brother.
✎ ( a st...
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𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 JUNE 29TH, 1985
The brunette girl's brown eyes fluttered open slowly, like a reluctant flower unfurling its petals to the morning sun. She rolled onto her side, squinting at the clock that flickered "12:00" like a stubborn lighthouse lost at sea. A frown creased her forehead as she reached out, her fingers brushing the cool plastic before restarting it, her mind already swirling with the weight of the day ahead.
Sluggishly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slid into her bunny slippers—soft, comforting, but even they couldn't shield her from the storm brewing within. With a heavy sigh, she rose, her limbs feeling like lead, and grabbed her daily pills. She popped one into her mouth, swallowing it dryly, the familiar motion now a part of her morning ritual. It was a dance she had learned all too well over the years, but lately, it felt more like a necessity than a choice.
In recent months, the seizures had become a dark cloud looming over her, unpredictable and merciless. Each episode left her feeling fragile, as if a piece of her spirit had been chipped away, leaving behind only echoes of who she once was. The anxiety coiled around her heart like a serpent, constricting with each heartbeat, whispering insidious thoughts that clawed at her mind. "What if it happens again? What if you're not safe?" She would think to herself. The voice was a constant companion, one that she couldn't shake off, a relentless reminder of her vulnerability.
Some days, she fought back against it, filling her mind with memories of laughter and friendship, but on others, it felt like an unending battle. Each flicker of light or sudden sound sent her spiraling, a reminder that the world was a place where things could change in an instant. The shadows loomed large, and she often found herself teetering on the edge, trying to find her footing in a reality that felt increasingly unstable.
As she stood there in her soft bunny slippers, clutching her medication like a lifeline, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep the darkness at bay. The voice in her head taunted her, but she was determined not to let it win. Today was a new day, and she would face it with all the strength she could muster, even if every step felt heavy and uncertain.
A yawn escaped her lips, a soft sound that felt both delicate and determined, as Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie. A smile tugged at her mouth, igniting warmth in her chest and reminding her of the excitement that awaited her. But that joy quickly turned to urgency as she realized she had overslept; the moment she had been waiting for was nearly upon her.
In a flurry of motion, she dashed to the bathroom, a whirlwind of activity as she simultaneously brushed her hair and her teeth. The mirror reflected a girl caught between excitement and anxiety, the familiar voice in her head whispering doubts:
