❛ 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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THE HEADLIGHTS WERE CUTTING THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE STREET. Sar peered through the night as she sat at the wheel. Jonathan's car was harder to drive than she initially thought. It was probably the oldest, crappiest piece of junk on the market (not that she blamed him or his mother for that), and she had to pull extra hard on the gears to change them. It had her on edge. The tires skidded as she rounded the corner. "Damn it," she muttered.
She adjusted her position in the seat. Her skirt was rising up her thighs and she pulled it back down, annoyed. How damn impractical. She let one hand control the steering wheel as she felt for the familiar metal of her gun in her pocket. She pulled Jonathan's car into Steve Harrington's driveway.
Sar flicked off the ignition and hopped out of the car, shoving her cold hands into the pockets of her jacket. The autumn leaves blew down the Harrington's drive, Sara's boots clicking on the pavement. His house lights were on, naturally. She could just imagine him sulking inside. She knocked firmly on the door.
There were a few moments of soft silence, where Sar's eyes darted around behind her because she had been in this position as Steve's house before. But then footsteps came towards the door and a lady exclaimed: "Coming!" Sar furrowed her eyebrows. That was definitely not Steve.
A woman with a giant mass of curly brown hair opened the door. Sar was blinking, mouth slightly open. "Mrs... Harrington," Sar said in surprise, eyebrows raised. At least now she knew where Steve got his hair from.
"Hello, Dear," Steve's mother said. She had her eyebrows pulled together as she looked past Sara's form, perhaps looking for any other people. She only saw the beaten up car in the driveway. "Do you need something?"
"Oh, I'm Sara. I'm just looking for Steve." She gave her a quick, pinched smile. "He's my friend," she explained, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh, of course." Mrs Harrington's fingers curled around the side of the door as she turned back to call inside the house. "Stevie! You've got a friend here!" Sar's lips quirked up at the nickname. No matter how angry she was at Steve, that made her smile. New nickname for him, she guessed. Sar couldn't really be angry at him, though. Not really. Sar heard footsteps walking down his stairs. His mother turned back to talk inside the house, blocking Sar's view of indoors. She waited there patiently. "There's a girl out there waiting for you," Steve's mother said. "I'll be in the kitchen if you kids need anything." She left the door slightly ajar.
The door swung open again. He was wearing a simple light green sweater that clung around his shoulders. There was still blood dried on his face and Sar winced at that. His eyes widened as he saw her. "Sar," Steve said in surprise.
She had her arms crossed over her chest, eyebrows quirked. "I've come to collect you," the girl stated, leaning against the doorframe. "We're going to kill the monster." She was still aware of the wetness of her skirt and shirt. Her bloody knuckles still stung.
