❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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༉˚*ೃ ᵒ⁴. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆!
𝐒𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 back in Hawkins for a long time. Rain pelted down on her from the heavens above. She stood on the bus stop with soaked hair and a bright red backpack thrown over her shoulder. It wasn't quite yet midnight, but the impending darkness outside the headlights of the bus was creeping out of the tree-line like fog. Nervously adjusting her pack over her shoulders, Sar stretched her feet. She'd been on that bus for a good three hours. Off of the bus stop ledge she hopped, down onto the dirt path.
The bus drove away without a second thought, and Sar found herself doused in darkness once again. She pulled a flashlight out of her bag. It was an old one—another one of Kim's hand-me-down items—but it would work just fine. Sar had to smack it against her hand a few times before the light spluttered alive. It cut through the darkness.
Hawkins was a small town, resting on the edge of a large forest that spanned half-way across Indiana. It was surrounded by a variety of different woods, each in which you could get lost for hours. The path road stood on now led directly to the town. For a second, Sar's face cast towards the twinkling lights that fell beyond the trees.
Home, a part of her thought. But it wasn't—not really.
Granted, Sar didn't remember most of her life before the lab. She received glimpses every now and then. Of a father's voice, a mother's blonde hair, warm forehead kisses, the feeling of being cradled in loving arms. At the thought, she wrapped a lone arm around herself, trying to imitate the love she couldn't remember as a child. From afar, the small town looked almost... welcoming.
Instead, the blonde girl turned towards the forest that rose beyond. The woods were cold and dark, dense and eerie. Trees towered towards the sky on spindly trunks, like reaching fingers. Just the sight was enough to send shivers down her spine. An owl called out, from one of the branches, half invisible in the night. A shudder ran through her body. This is a bad idea.
Mist was flitting between the trees. It crept out past the roots, cold touches lingering against the earth. Sar could only imagine what could be hiding inside. Too many horror films, Sar scolded herself. This isn't the fucking Texas Chain Massacre. If anything, the thought only made her feel more uneasy. No, it was worse. Sar tried to force all the worries out of her mind. Despite her fears, she stepped into the forest—if on tentative feet. Fog touched at her arms, the air damp and heavy. But one thing that Sar could be sure of was that the feeling was coming from here. That... Something. She felt its impending darkness with every few paces into the woods.
