❛ 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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( tw. mentions of suicide )
THEY'D HELD ONTO EACH OTHER FOR A LONG TIME AFTER THAT, SARA'S EYES SQUEEZED CLOSED AGAINST HER FATHER'S SHOULDER. She was shuddering. When they parted she had long tear streaks down her face. She wiped them away, quickly, shaking her head so her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. The rims of her eyes were bright pink.
Her father looked similar. His eyes were bloodshot, a hand sweeping over his mouth as he tried to compose himself. Hopper's shoulders were shaking slightly. Then he placed a hand on her face. "But... Sar. How are you alive?" His voice hovered on each word, as if he was afraid it was all a lie. "I saw you die. We all saw you die. The doctors... the nurses. Everyone."
Sar brought her fingers up to rest beneath her chin. "They had a kid to erase memories — for a little while anyway." That forlorn look appeared on her face again. "She would have done this. Helped to cover up our takings for them. She made us forget our pasts so we could be conditioned easier." Sar was shrugging her shoulders, lips pursed. "It was fucked up... but it had benefits for her. She didn't give a crap about us," she exhaled, almost bordering a soft laugh. "She was the only kid like that, though. The ones who weren't... we looked out for each other." Sar was smiling. "Like a little family. One by one, I lost virtually all of them." There were a few hidden tears now. "But now I have you." She was smiling at him, eyebrows furrowed in happiness. "Where's Mama?"
Hopper fell silent. In fact, everyone in the room did, stopping even their breaths from breaking through their lips. Nancy and Jonathan had walked back in just in time to witness the scene in front of them, eyebrows lowered. Hopper seemed to hover over his words for a moment, his daughter looking into his eyes. Then he dragged his gaze towards his clasped hands. "She, uh... She killed herself, kid."
The silence was devastating as a chill of ice ran down her spine. She dropped her eyes. "Are you sure?" she asked after a moment. Her voice was laced with a vulnerability they'd never heard before.
"I'm... I'm sure, kid. Unless... it was like... like yours. But..." The pain was easy to read across his expression. He pulled his hands up to cover his face as he exhaled. "She just went crazy. She insisted people had taken her child. If only I'd listened to her. But we saw you die, we all saw you die." He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment. "Then she became... so depressed. She ran away from home one day. We found her in a ditch later that night; a few empty bottles of pills, a bunch of baby photos of you next to her." Sar looked away at this, face crumpling. "She was a strong woman. But she couldn't take losing you." His hands came to rest around her shoulders. She didn't give him a smile at the action, instead eyes gazing off at the wall to their side. Her eyebrows were stitched together in that signature 'I'm thinking' look.
"Are you sure," Sar repeated slowly, eyes dragging up to meet his, "that she killed herself and it wasn't one of those scientists?" Hopper pulled his hands away at this in thought, the crease in his brows now hinted with a tad of furiosity, as if just now remembering what those people had done to his daughter — and now possibly his wife. "How was she the only one who knew?" Sar continued. "There was you, and everyone else in the town. How was she the only one who knew I had been taken?" She looked back down in thought. "Maybe she was like me. Maybe, because she wasn't a child who didn't understand her powers, she managed to resist the... memory tampering. She came after me. And they came after her."
