❛ 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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༉˚*ೃ ᵒ⁶. 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!
"𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘, this is crazy," the boy was still chanting as they pulled up into a driveway, clearly still trying to rationalise or understand what had just happened. Sar was trying to do that too, sitting numbly and rubbing at her temples with her index fingers. Shit, it still hurt. The house they stopped at was nice, to say the least. Clearly expensive. Two—three?—stories, built with pale wood, windows and every angle, and a small single-story extension to their left. The front double-doors were a shade of mahogany. All lights inside were off.
"Yeah," was all Sar could agree. The boy's hands curled anxiously through her unruly mass of brunet hair. Sar was resting her head against the window, still trying to calm her heart. The blood from her nose had slowed to a dribbling, drying halt, which curved over her lips. She was much too deep in thought to wipe it away.
The boy turned the car off, his hands shaky. Behind them were large streetlamps, clearly being in a more residential section of town now. They weren't flickering, and Sar felt reassured. Surely that meant something. Both teenagers were still breathing heavily, even as the boy said, "You think we're safe?"
Tentatively, almost painfully, Sar stretched out her mind. She felt wildly comforted to feel the boy's next to her own, to be aware of those in houses a few hundred metres down. Not like that place she'd been, which had been so... nothing. And Sar still felt that presence here, that corruption of darkness in Hawkins, but it was back where they'd left it. The monster wasn't anywhere close by. "... Yeah," she breathed, still feeling woozy, and opened the car door.
Sar practically slid out of it, staggering down to her knees on the driveway. Her fingers came out to stop her from totally hitting the ground, and the boy made a noise of surprise. In the chaos of it all, she'd left her sneaker behind in the woods. Now, her right foot ached intensely through the sock. When she staggered uneasily to her feet, Sar wasn't surprised to see a bloody footprint left behind on the pavement, soaked right through her sock. Ah, shit. The girl resorted to holding her leg up tenderly, leaning against the frame of the car.
She jumped as the car door slammed, and boy stood shakily at her side. "Are... are you alright?" He didn't reach out for her, he must have been way too afraid, and confused, and thinking 'what the fuck?' at everything that had just gone down, but he did look worried as she sagged a little against the side of the BMW. Again, he ran his fingers through his hair. Now, it was all mussed up. No longer perfectly preened and hair-sprayed.
