❛ 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 PENCIL SCRATCHED ITS WAY ACROSS THE PAPER IN THE FORM OF A CHEMICAL EQUATION. Sar tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she stared down at the worksheet. She was staying late in her empty classroom, catching up on her homework, dreading to go home and face her father. She never had been good with fights.
The girl sat there, contemplating her chemistry homework as she heard the running of footsteps pass. She checked her watch quickly. It was late enough so that everyone should be gone, but that they weren't locking up the school yet. The girl sighed and glared distastefully at the pencil in her hand. Just as she was returning to writing up the atomic equation, the running doubled back. "Will!" she heard. The blonde scrunched up her eyebrows and dropped her pencil on her desk. "Will!" Sara stood suddenly, throwing open the classroom door and coming face-to-face with Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair. "Sar," Mike breathed as he saw her figure in the doorway.
There were red rims around her eyes and her hair was dishevelled, loose over her shoulders. The sleeves of her white blouse were bunched up at the arms. "What the Hell are you guys doing?" she asked.
Lucas seemed to freeze up. Mike just looked worried. "Will's gone missing! I think he's having another episode!"
A spark of panic ignited in her chest and her face went pale. "What?" she exclaimed. "Where did you see him last?" she asked, following them jogging through the hallway. They shoved their way into a few classrooms, all empty. Sar clasped a hand over her face, worried for the young Byers boy. She knew he was prone to PTSD flashbacks and could get himself into real trouble during them. "Have you checked outside?" she exclaimed, running towards the oval at the shake of their heads.
The oval was bright and windless, only enough to send her loose hair frizzy. It was cold however, and the November air forced the girl to pull her famed jacket around her a little tighter. "Will?" she called. She could see a lone figure as she neared closer. The boy was standing frozen on the clearing, eyes flickering as if he was in a trance and body seized. The three ran over to him, Sar kneeling down so she was at his level. Will was shaking. She put a hand on his cheek, eyes wide. "Will?" she asked. "Will, can you hear me?" Her other hand found his shoulder and she shook the boy softly. "Will!" Will didn't wake, still in a trance. Sara turned back to the two worried boys behind her. "Lucas—go tell the others. Go!" The boy ran back off towards the school, bursting through the glass doors.
"This is worse," Mike said, frozen. Sara didn't know what to do, grazing worried hands over Will's stiff shoulders.
His skin was unnaturally cold, jaw clenched and face moving in tiny tremors. Sara stared him down for a moment, shaking him. When he didn't reply she shifted back slightly onto her knees. "Hold on. I'm going to try to break him out of it."
"Sar—"
"Just stand back, Mike," she said. Will's eyes were darting back and forth behind his eyelids. His face was abnormally cold against the worried touch of her fingers. "I got this." She closed her eyes.
