After 6 years, Eleven finally appears. But not the El Mike, Dustin and Lucas knew back in '83. She can't recall many words, or remember how to read properly. She's scared of people who love her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. M...
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-- When Eleven woke up, she found herself laying in a king sized bed filled with tons of clean, white sheets.
Though her eyes were open, her heart was pounding, mind empty. It was as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into her carotid. She looked around, breathing rate beginning to steady.
A warm ball of light filtered through El's eyelids. Rays of brightness cast squares onto the glossy stone floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room which decorated its otherwise simplicity. She blinked a few times, in an attempt to help her eyes adjust to the illumination directed right at her defenseless figure.
"Hey.", said a figure next to her in a chair.
"Zach?", replied El.
"That's me."
"Where am I?"
"In my dad's room. I found you knocked out in the woods."
"What was I doing there?"
"I don't know, but I couldn't have just left you there so I brought you here."
"Well, Thank You."
"No problem. The bathroom is down the hallway and I'll be down stairs if you need me."
"Okay." --
Slowly, El slid down into the bath water, letting it block out the sounds around her.
Her eyes opened inside of the water. She could feel the water surrounding her in a cold embrace, and a rush of fear shot through her body, her brain panicking for air, just for air. But, she had no will to fight it any longer. El let the water take her, and keep her.
Calmly, Eleven closed her eyes. She could hear machinery, a soft, rhythmic clattering. She came to a glass panel set in the wall and looked through it into a darkened room where a woman sat in front of a bizarre, complicated machine that seemed to be sorting hundreds of test tubes, rotating them, counting them, labeling them, and finally delivering them into her hands.
Suddenly, she got up from the water.
She was hacking continuously for a while then taking in a sharp gasp of breath. The cough sounded loose and wet, like thick phlemy mucus was sliding up and down her throat with each violent expulsion of air. Her breath seemed to stutter in her lungs before she let it go, feeling the tension drain from her body. El's breathing returned to normal and she quickly got out of the bath. --
"She what?!", exclaimed Dustin.
"She had cuts all over her arm and everything. She looked terrible and dude don't get me started on how skinny she looked. We need to let everyone know that she's crazy.", replied Lucas.
"Don't you think that's a little... you know... unfair?"
"Unfair? Do your remember what she did to me last Summer? This is not unfair."
"But it seems a little too harsh."
"Harsh?"
"Yeah, I mean-"
"No. That's bull. Meet me in the park at 10:00 tonight."
"Lucas..."
"See you later."
"Bye.", said Dustin before leaving for his next class.
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As Mike sat down in his seat, someone walked through the door.
Max.
But she didn't look the same.
Legs thin as twigs, bundled in nothing more than soft, worn skinny jeans. A chest so frail, the bump of each rib was visible underneath the woven cotton and knit. A face so sunken in on her pale and bruised skin. What hurt Mike the most was the gap. The space between Max's thin thighs, so wide an array of stars could reside there. So wide her knees didn't knock together when she walked. So wide they created a wind tunnel effect each time the breeze picked up.
Slowly, she sat 2 seats behind him and tried to avoid any eye contact. --
The white coated scientists moved in choreographed silence as they drew pipettes of fluid from one tiny tube and transferred them to others. The hum of machinery was like a soft whisper in the background. The aroma was mostly of the setting agar plates but there was an undertone of bleach. Across the back wall were floor to ceiling windows revealing a view across the city towers and spires that could only be described as stunning, but the scientists appeared not to notice, transfixed as they were by their experiments.
Carefully, Dr. Brenner spilt the blue liquid into another glass container.
He examined it carefully. Why was Eleven's blood blue? Why wasn't it red like everyone else's?
Dr. Brenner was still confused.
"Bring out patient 003.", he said into the small microphone on his white lab coat. --
As Zach walked past his dad's office, he noticed his door was open.
It was never open. Ever.
Slowly, Zach snook into the room. As he entered, the bookshelves seemed like they would collapse any moment under the pressure of the numerous books and files stuffed into them. Each one with a label, organised in neat rows on the shelves. All four walls of the room were covered with shelves and filing cabinets, leaving only a small gap in the middle for the door. In the middle of the room was a table and a chair.
As Zachary shuffled through the files, he dropped one of them. He hurried to pick it up, but was stopped when he read the name: Jane Ives. Suddenly, he could hear footsteps from outside. Quickly, he stuffed the file into his backpack and hurried out.
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