Little Do We Know || A Stranger Things Fanfiction

The Girl

"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" Mike asks.

We stand around the girl in our basement.

"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?" Dustin asks.

I shove Dustin. "Dustin! You don't just go around asking people if they have cancer!"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "Sorry."

"Did you run away?" Lucas asks.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mike asks.

"Is that blood?" Lucas asks, reaching for the girl.

Mike swats his hand. "Stop it! You're freaking her out!"

"She's freaking me out!" Lucas replies.

"I bet she's deaf." Dustin says.

I rub my temples. "Oh my God, Dustin."

He ignores me, and claps his hands in front of the girl. She flinches, and leans back.

"Not deaf." Dustin says with a shrug.

"Alright, that's enough. She's just scared and cold." Mike says.

I rush over to the laundry basket and grab some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, then rush back to the boys and the girl.

"Here. These are clean, okay?" I hand the girl the clothes. She slowly takes them and begins to take her shirt off.

"No!"

"Oh my God."

"Ahh!"

"Stop!"

"Hey!"I yell, stopping the girl. 

"See over there? That's the bathroom." Mike points to the bathroom. "Privacy. Get it?"

The girl looks confused as she takes the clothes and walks towards the bathroom. Mike follows her, and begins to close the door. I see her grab it, and they talk.

"What's going on?" Lucas asks.

"I dunno." Dustin answers.

"Go over there and find out if you're so curious." I snap.

Mike walks back.

"This is mental." Dustin mutters.

"At least she can talk!" Mike responds.

"She said "no" and "yes". Your three-year-old sister says more." Lucas says.

"She tried to get naked!" Dustin cries.

"For once, I actually agree with these two. There's something seriously wrong with her." I say.

"Yeah, like wrong in the head." Lucas adds.

"She just went like..." Dustin mimics the girl taking off her shirt.

"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst." Lucas says.

"From where?" Mike asks.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County."

"You got a lot of family there?" Dustin asks.

"Bite me." Lucas sneers."Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy."

"Why she went like..." Dustin mimics her taking her shirt off again.

"She's and escapee is the point. She's probably psycho." I add.

"Like Michael Myers." Dustin says.

"Exactly! We never should've brought her here." Lucas exclaims.

"So you just wanted to leave her out in the storm?" Mike yells.

"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem!" I yell back.

"I think we should tell you're mom." Dustin suggests.

"I second that!" Lucas says.

I nod.

"Who's crazy now?" Mike replies.

"How is that crazy?" I say.

"Cause we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?" Mike retorts.

"So?" Lucas asks.

"So if we tell our mom, and she tells your mom and your mom..." Mike continues.

"Oh man." Dustin mutters. 

"Our houses become Alcatraz." Lucas whispers.

"Exactly. We'll never find Will." Mike says. "Alright, here's the plan. She sleeps here tonight."

"You're letting a girl-"

"Ahem." I interrupt Dustin.

"Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will." Mike explains.

We all agree, and Mike and Dustin make their ways upstairs. I help Mike make a fort for the girl. As Lucas and Dustin leave, Mike turns back to the girl.

"Hey, I uh, never asked your name." he says.

The girl stops and stares at him, then pulls up her sleeve revealing a tattoo that says "011". 

"Is that real?" Mike reaches for it, but she pulls away. "Sorry, I've just... never seen a kid with a tattoo before."

I walk closer. "What's it mean? Eleven?"

The girl points to herself.

"That's your name?" I ask.

She nods.

"Eleven. Okay." Mike says. "Um, well, my name's Mike. Short for Michael. And uh, this" he gestures towards me. "Is my sister, Maya. Maybe we can call you El, short for Eleven."

The girl nods.

"Um, well, okay." Mike says, standing up. "Night, El."

"Night, Mike."

I turn and she stares at me. 

"Night, Maya."

My footsteps echo as I walk upstairs.