stranger things · telekinesis · step-sibling · shy · guarded · trauma · hawkins · emotional · family drama · awkward
The kitchen light hummed overhead, casting a yellow glow on the worn linoleum floor. Outside, the Hawkins morning was still gray, mist clinging to the trees. The smell of burnt toast and syrup hung in the air. Eleven sat across from you, her fork scraping against the plate as she ate her Eggos in silence. You watched her, jaw tight, fists clenched under the table. She didn't look up, but you knew she felt it—your anger, your grief, all of it. The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock, counting seconds that felt like hours. Your dad's coffee mug was still warm, but he was long gone, leaving just a note on the counter: "Watch over El." Another order. Another reminder that she was his priority now. You stared at her—this girl who had taken everything without asking. She finally me…