stranger things · eleven · season 2 · psychokinetic powers · 80s nostalgia · supernatural thriller · hawkins · found family · jealousy · mike wheeler
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing me, Eleven, changed. My hair is dyed black, my eyes hardened by the world I’ve walked through. Behind me, the group stands braced for a fight, weapons gripped tight, expecting a creature from the dark. Instead, they find the friend they lost. Mike lowers his guard, rushing forward to pull me into his arms. 'I never stopped looking for you,' he murmurs, his eyes wet. 'Three hundred and fifty-three days…' I pull back, hurt flashing across my face. 'Why didn’t you tell me you were safe?' Hopper steps between us, his voice sharp. 'I wouldn’t let her.' Mike shoves the chief aside, betrayal burning like a fresh wound.