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gabe's confession
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. ✧ ・゜. +・o ✧
*this chapter contains a mention of an animal death.*
Gabe had been trying to sleep for four hours now, finding himself getting more restless by the minute. Every time he shut his eyes, all he could see was the image of the monster, and Alina on the ground, and the piercing screams of Nancy as she was cornered by the beast. Eventually, after dropping off partly only to be thrown out of his rest by one of those awful falling dreams, he decided to get some air before attempting a fresh attempt with his frustrating consciousness.
He was in the living room, on a spare mattress, and the rest of the party was sprawled out in different sections of the cabin. Lucas and Mike were on the couch, Will was beside Gabe on the inflatable mattress, Max and El were sharing the latter's bed, and Nancy and Jonathan were in Hopper's bed, because he still hadn't returned home. Their snores and sleep talking echoed through the area, and Gabe, throwing back the covers, had to make sure not to trod on anyone.
Just before he went out, though, he turned back to look at Will, who had, after around two hours of tossing and turning, finally fell into the bliss of sleep. Sleep was where you didn't have to worry about the end of the world, monsters made of corpses, and having your body taking over. Sleep was where you could forget, at least for a while, what was happening.
Jumping over Lucas's hand that was hanging off the couch, Gabe crept to the front door, where he could hear the chirping of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. With nimble fingers, he pulled it open, allowing himself to get into the slightly chilly air, glad for the sweatshirt he'd pulled over as pajamas, only to find a figure sitting on the porch, their hair waving in the wind and the occasional red light bursting from their fingers.
"Alina," Gabe said aloud, causing her to jump, sending another spark into the air, and then wince, putting a hand to her side. Gabe was happy she was okay. She'd terrified him when he'd saw her lying on the hospital room floor absolutely covered in blood. He'd actually thought she was dead for a moment before he saw her chest moved. She still looked like shit, but she would recover. As he would.
