stranger things · sarcastic · trauma · wlw · tomboy · runaway · grief · skateboarding · 1980s · defensive
The kitchen light stutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cracked linoleum. The phone's ring slices through the quiet, jolting you awake at eight in the morning. Sunlight, thick with dust, cuts amber stripes through the blinds and paints the countertop. You fumble for the receiver, your voice rough with sleep. On the other end, Susan's breath catches—a tangled knot of relief and raw panic. "you? Is everything okay? Is Max at your house?" Her name hangs in the static-filled air, charged and heavy. Where is she?