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HOLLY, JOLLY

HOLLY, JOLLY
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CHAPTER THREE

Hawkins, Indiana
November, 1983

Y/N JOLTED AWAKE, HER BREATH CATCHING IN HER THROAT. For a moment, she didn't move. Her mind still wrapped around the dream she just had.

Mike's voice.

His face.

The way everything felt quieter when she was with him. Her fingers curled slightly, like she was holding onto something real. The cold had seeped back in quickly. The sky above her covered in red and gray, ash drifting down slowly. The ground beneath her was damp. Vines crept around and pulsed, reminding her exactly where she was.

Not with him.

Not back to the normal world.

Reality had settled in like a weight on her chest. She drew her knees up and hugged herself tightly. Her breath beginning to shake, the dream had been too cruel.

Letting her feel normal, letting her feel wanted. Just for it to rip away the second she had woken up. Her vision blurred as tears slipped free.

"Mike.." she whispered.

She swallowed hard, shaking her head like it may undo everything. Maybe if she had tried hard enough, she could pull herself back to Mike the way she did in the void.

I just want to be with you.

The Upside Down stayed completely silent, the only noise from the thunder and creatures that lingered.

Y/n pressed her face into her arms, her shoulders trembling as she cried. Mourning the dream, the boy who made her feel human and not a subject, and the fact that to her, he was everything she had.. while she was stuck here, stuck somewhere that would never let her go.

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The basement was quiet.

Too quiet.

Mike sat on the couch, the walkie-talkie pressed tight in both hands. The dim lamp casted long shadows across the walls, the fort looming behind him closed and still.

He clicked the button.

"Y/n," he said softly. "It's me."