Hands of a thief

Safe

Y/N POV

The crumbling, rock clenched tombstone lifted with a strong tug of multiple tree branches. I had been buried, alive. For some reason, my fear had dissipated as soon as I realized, I could possibly see my family again. 

With a strength and power that was quite rusty, it took me much longer than usual to break free, out of my own grave. The notion was horrible, yet my mind didn't dwell on the fact that I had actually died. 

Let alone my ability to come back to life! It was stuff I'd read in books. Science Fiction stories Mike or Dustin had told me about, or given me books to read on. This was impossible, yet it was so vivid that I believed. I had to get out of here. 

Eleven. I need your help! I'm... where you left me. Please come, quickly! I need you! 

I called out to her and panic suddenly gripped me. It laced itself around my chest, stilling me in my movements of pushing the dirt away. Somehow I'd opened the large box I was in, and now with the help of lots of vines I'd managed to begin clearing the dirt. 

If it wasn't for the light above, I would have panicked that this was some sick joke. But it was there, and I heard Eleven's voice, telling me she was coming with Dad. 

Eleven... Hurry up, I'm scared. I'm trying to get out! 

Why can't I get out?  I thought in horror. I could feel the air getting thin. Now that I had somehow returned, it was affecting me. 

I breathed slowly and tried to speed up time. My powers were weak, and didn't have much of an affect. Dad could be hours, even driving. Where was I??

Two, just breathe. We're almost there! We know exactly where you are so don't panic.

Promise? I whispered. 

Promise. 

Even with time sped up slightly, it felt like hours before they arrived. Luckily dad had brought two shovels, so they both started digging. The sun grew brighter and larger and I giggled hysterically when I knew I could finally see them again. I could finally see Will again! 

"Two! We're coming, just stay calm." I heard dad call out. I found myself crying, and once I started, my tears continued flowing even when he lifted me out and we all hugged in a tight embrace. 

"Dad! Eleven! I- I was so scared!" They nodded and shushed me, telling me to save my energy. I was too weak to even walk to the car, so dad carried me, all the while promising me pancakes and sushi and (favourite food) waiting for me at home. 

I almost began crying again at the familiar smell of the police car, and the feel of leather seats which dad placed me on. 

"I can't..." I rasped out, feeling myself fall asleep all too quickly.

"It's ok kid, just rest. We'll be home soon."

I nodded and closed my eyes gratefully. "How long... how long was I-"

"Gone?" Eleven interrupted. 

"Yes." I whispered. 

"It's been almost 2 months since that night." She answered, looking at me with soft eyes from the shotgun seat. 

"Will?" I pleaded.

"He was sad for a long time. He still is. But now, you can see him again!... It'll be alright." She smiled. I had missed her smile so much. 

"Thanks Sis." 

"Go to sleep (y/n)" 

I nodded, and tried to forget the last two months spent in limbo. Now I was safe.