♡︎ — act i. crooked nosePROLOGUE
cameron sinclair
SOLITUDINARIAN, A PERSON WHO LIVES A SOLITARY LIFE; A RECLUSE. Cameron had learned what that word meant when she was only ten years old while aiding her coffee drunk father in a fairly troublesome cross-word puzzle that he just couldn't crack for the life of him.As someone who was considered to have most things a girl could ever hope for, Cameron never give herself the right to brag about it.
She wasn't perfect of course, but most would agree that she was among the few people in Hawkins, Indiana who had life in the palm of their hand but chose to keep it in their back pocket instead of flaunting it; yet the only time you ever see her genuinely smile is after witnessing small children fall over in public. And despite her surprisingly established reputation, no one actually knew her unless they needed answers to last nights homework or someone to cheat off of during midterms. Not even her own family. Not as much as Nancy and Barb did.
Her parents had chosen her name specifically with the intent of giving each of their children some type of meaning in their titles. Each one prognosticating something special about them, and each one almost always being true:
Lucas, "Bringer of light."
Erica, "Ever powerful."
And Cameron,"Crooked nose."
Why exactly did her parents decide to name her something so stupid as juxtaposed to her younger siblings? It was a question that had always happened to linger in the depths of her mind at the most random hour. She never had a crooked nose, the girl knew that for a fact.
But after people began to disappear in the remote town of Hawkins her entire perspective on everything she knew—or at least thought she knew—changed. From her brother and his friends finding some crazy bald chick in the middle of the woods to fighting inter dimensional monsters alongside Steve "The Hair" Harrington and Johnathan Beyers; trust and believe that Cameron Sinclair would have never imagined herself ending up here.
Right in the middle of a tiled porcelain floor with a broad amount of blood painting her palms and plain white top, wishing that her heart would give out already so that she didn't have to feel that aching pain in her chest anymore. Repeatedly asking herself if her life could slip away any faster.
But who knows, maybe all this inter dimensional monster hunting bullshit will actually aid Cameron in realizing the true significance of her name.
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