Illusion ~Stranger Things~ [COMPLETED & UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 2

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"Is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone?"

-Coming Home

•*O*•

-The Vanishing Of Will Byers part II-

Tick, tick, tick.

Pine watched the clock.

4:39...

4:40...

4:41...

Time really did move slow when she was waiting.

She sat on a little chair in a corner near some shelves. Blue's Hardware was a quaint little store. Escape (The Piña Colada Song) hummed through the room as she busied herself with her sketchbook. Aside from herself, an employee, and an occasional passerby, the place was vacant. The employee had asked if she needed help with anything when she'd arrived, but after she said she was only waiting for someone, they hadn't interacted anymore.

Tick, tick, tick.

Pine was starting to become painfully impatient. Every single second rattled inside her as if she was inside the clock herself. The air conditioner was stuttering loudly and the air was stiff. Pine shifted uncomfortably on the hard chair and repositioned her sketchbook.

4:42...

The Piña Colada Song was getting old and so was the scratching of her pencil on paper.

Snap!

Pine glanced down and discovered that her pencil tip had broken. She let out a small sigh and examined her drawing. The page was illustrated with a photo-like sketch of a young boy sitting at the foot of a bed. There were dark spots on his shirt that indicated it was stained with something. The most curious part was that his face was a canvas painted with a cluster of emotions. There were too many to entirely decipher but overall it was solemn.

It wasn't finished. She hadn't drawn his hands.

Pine got up and made her way to the front counter. Her curiosity had overpowered her disinclination to interact.

"Excuse me? Do you have a pencil sharpener?"

The boy at the counter looked up from a few unorganized notes he was scribbling.

"Uh, yeah." He said as he started to dig through a drawer.

He looked to be a sophomore or junior in high school, maybe even a senior. His caramel-colored hair was cropped to a standard length in the back but a bit longer in the front. It curled at the ends and fell into his eyes when he looked down. When he looked up, she discovered he had brown doe eyes. He was strikingly similar to the boy in her drawing, it was uncanny really. A wave of uneasiness loomed over Pine and her desire to finish the drawing faded away.