𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ➵ stranger things

xix. twisted games

[ VERBAL ABUSE HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN THIS CHAPTER, DON'T READ IF IT'S GOING TO UPSET YOU. I CARE FOR Y'ALL AND DON'T WANNA MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE <3 ]

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IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG FOR Claudia to fall into a sudden unconsciousness when she tucked herself into the unfamiliar bed that was hiding in the corner of the guest bedroom, and the cool unused sheets collided with her cotton grey shirt that had little embroideries of flowers delicately posing on the collar and the matching shorts that maybe looked a little too short for her. She wasn't thinking straight and knew she had a sense of regret by the time her hazel eyes shut themselves off for the rest of the world to see, and her body tucked itself into a tight ball with slow steady breaths vibrating through her nose.

Because by the time Claudia stirred herself awake again, it was by the sound of shouting and yelling bouncing off the thin walls of hidden identity. Fluttering her eyes, and letting her vision focus on her new surroundings, nostalgia came running through her veins and the Runaway could only knit her eyebrows as a small gasp left her lips.

The rosy pink tinted walls made the room lighten up in aesthetic and wonderland, and the small fake flowers that were cascaded around the small place made the brunette sit up only more in the familiar bed of hers. And yet, even though it had been three...four years later, Claudia still felt like she was in an enchanted fairytale, and she was still the Disney princess that she'd been dreaming upon stars since her youngster era.

By the time she was standing up, her memories recognised themselves enough to know that indeed was this her old bedroom, the same old house that she grew up living in. At first, it seemed like it was a blur, but because these nightmares were so frequent and it became a scheduled death row, these kinds of dreams only confused the difference between reality and fiction. And she knew that with these dreams, these dreams where this...thing keeps wanting to let her in, Claudia knew that there was worse to come.

The foreshadowing only helped build up the suspense and pain when another yell could be heard from downstairs, a small number of cries following afterwards and Claudia didn't like how sometimes History really did repeat itself. Because she didn't want to go downstairs, she wasn't like her younger self that was curious for more about anything that came into view, she wasn't the same anymore.

But then again, if there was something...someone that the teenager would literally do anything for, it was her mother.

And just being able to vividly listen on her cries only had Claudia shaking with nerves, and a sudden rush of need shivered its way to the girl, so she had no choice but to take hold of the wooden chair - that stood in front of her old desk with a number of magazines piled on top of one another - and take hold of one of her many bobby pins.

Claudia literally did it a couple of hours ago, she was excellent at picking locks.

So when she was able to take her first step out of the confine bedroom, her breath hitched.