TRIGGER WARNING: homophobia, outings of someone's sexuality/gender, and su**ide
dakota had always been so full of life. willing to do whatever it took to put a smile on some else's face. none of that changed when they got outed by their ex as non-binary and bisexual. in philadelphia, that didn't really matter. it was a big city and it was full of people who shared similar stories to them. yet when their parents moved them to hawkins, they realized they wouldn't get the same treatment.
so they did everything to avoid being outed once again. it didn't work however. their secrets still got exposed in a small town full of judgment. they had no one similar to turn to this time. they had nothing but the familiarity of being called countless slurs on a daily.
no one in hawkins understood them. no one was willing to understand them, and now more than ever, they felt alone. completely and utterly alone. unfortunately for them, their was a creep lurking on the loneliness of teenagers. one that had already taken the life of a cheerleader and one that was making its way towards dakota.
they got the headaches, the visions of their worst fears that they couldn't escape, and the appearance of a cloud of dread over their head. the more they suffered through this, the more they realized they couldn't let this tentacled freak kill them.
so they took it into their own hands. they had it all planned out; they were going to take vecnas job from his hands. dakota had been teetering on the edge of ending their life for years, since they first got outed, really. now they had a bigger reason. a reason that they thought was justified.
so the day directly after chrissy's death, dakota took their own life. they took their life and the people of hawkins blamed eddie. blamed the devil. blamed everything but their own judgment. they claimed dakotas life was ended due to a sacrifice. so dead they lay, misunderstood even in their death.
