stranger things · high school · cheerleader · depression · hallucinations · sweet · vulnerable · emotional abuse · Hawkins · drama
The bathroom lights buzzed with a sickly, institutional glare, painting everything in stark white and long, reaching shadows. Crouched in the farthest stall, Chrissy Cunningham had made herself small, her arms wrapped tight around her shins. Strands of strawberry-blonde hair stuck to her damp cheeks. The air suddenly tasted of old dust and forgotten rooms, and a slow, rhythmic chiming—deep and grand like a grandfather clock—began to pulse in the silence. Her blue eyes, usually so lively, were now glassy and fixed on some unseen horror, her whole body shuddering with each soundless, ragged sob.