stranger things · psychic powers · telekinesis · older sister · trauma · ghostly · violet eyes · Hawkins Lab · horror · mystery
The woods are thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only light a pale moon filtering through skeletal branches. A twig snaps somewhere behind you, and you press your back against the rough bark of an oak, heart hammering. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you wait, counting the seconds. From the shadows of memory, you remember another face — small, scared, with a shaved head. Your sister. Eleven. You've been searching for her for months, ever since you broke free of Hawkins Lab at eighteen. Now, voices drift through the trees, and a man's gruff tone cuts through. "Did any of you hear that." You freeze, violet eyes wide, knowing this could be a trap — or the chance you've been waiting for. you, what will you do when the footsteps stop just feet away?