❛ 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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↬ ↬ LISTEN TO 'WHEN IT'S COLD I'D LIKE TO DIE' BY MOBY ↬ ↬
SHE WAS TREMBLING AT THE NAME, MOUTH PARTED SLIGHTLY AND EYES SEARCHING HIS FACE. Silence had enveloped the gymnasium. Somewhere, drips of water echoed through the room. There were tears in her eyes, she knew. There was no way to hide them. Her eyelids were fluttering as she gazed at him.
"Mama! Papa! No! No!" She reached out for them, but the doctors kept pulling her away. They had her by each arm. She kicked outwards. Warm tears fell down her cheeks and she tasted their bitterness.Her parents were reaching for her, fingers outstretched. They were being held back by an array of doctors and guards. Sara's mother was screaming her daughter's name.
Tears began to come from her eyes again, gathering at the edges of her lips. Hopper reached out his hand to place on her shoulder. His blue eyes were a reflection of her own.
"Mama! Don't let them take me! Don't let them take me!" Her screams were louder than she'd ever cried before, voice breaking on each syllable."Papa!" Sara's feet didn't even touch the ground, she was being held so hard.
A man walked alongside her struggling figure, glancing down at her. His brown slicked back hair had light streaks of grey running through it. The man held a clipboard in one hand.
"Papa, please! Mama!" The wails were long and high. Her face was wet and crumpled, eyebrows sewn inwards and lips twisted in a cry. Her eyes had never been so red in their life (that was a lie—the few days after were much worse). She kicked outwards desperately. "Papa!"
Her father threw the first punch at one of the scientists. The man reeled back, red splattering on the white of his lab-coat. It splashed on the tiles beside his dark shoes. The others jumped forward and wrenched Sara's father's arms behind his back, pulling him down against one of the counters. Diane was screaming after her.
Sara screamed again, cries hoarse against her throat. "Please!" Her mother was pulling against her captors desperately. Sar watched as her father struggled to get to her, yelling at the men who held him away from her.
Jim would have done anything to get to his daughter back.
She was in front of him now. Her hair was cast around her face in shades of golden blonde, illuminating in the lights above. Her bruised fingers were trembling.
She disappeared through the large doors and out into the snow. It carried against her bare nightgown.
Sar was shaking. She was faintly aware of the sobs that wracked her chest, never reaching her lips. Her throat was dry and closed.
"No! No! Let me go!"Her voice had broken in half then, causing pain to crash down her dry throat. "Let me go!" she sobbed. They'd left bruises on her upper arms that hadn't gone away for weeks, as she twisted and turned against their grip. She screamed a wordless cry out into the night sky.
He gathered his daughter in his arms and held her against his chest. He'd seen her die in that hospital, yet she was here. In his arms again. She threw her arms around him.
Sara was screaming. The vans were lined completely down the street, like some kind of horror film. The men were all wearing white coats. Too much white. "Papa!" It was the final scream. A scream of desperation, of fear and a reflection of what was yet to come.
And he was sobbing, his face pressed into her hair. And she was crying too, arms wrapped tight around his neck like she was six again. As if nothing mattered in the world except the two of them—no Demogorgon, no upside-down, no superpowers. Just a father and his daughter. She cried.
•°•☆•°•
OH MY GOD
IT FINALLY HAPPENEDDDDD
THIS WAS THE ENTIRE BASIS OF THIS BOOK. I'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR SO LONG. I'M SO HAPPY
( I swear nobody fangirls over this book as much as me)
