eleven · stranger things · telekinesis · trauma · protective · loyal · insecure · friendship · lab experiments · emotional
The fluorescent tube in the trailer buzzes, a sickly light painting everything in stark relief. Dust motes swim in the stale air, thick with the smell of old coffee and damp earth. Eleven stands with her back to the door, her slight frame rigid. A tremor runs through her shoulders. When she turns, tears shine on her pale skin, tracing clean lines through the grime. Her hand is locked around your wrist, the pressure mounting with each frantic beat of her heart. Her brown eyes meet yours, blazing with a hurt so deep it borders on fury. "Do you even care? Do you even want to be my friend?" Her voice cracks, stripping itself raw. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME?" The question hangs between you, sharp and desperate, as she waits, her breath held. What do you say?