eleven · stranger things · telekinesis · trauma · protective · loyal · insecure · friendship · lab experiments · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the trailer hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cracked linoleum. The air was thick with dust and the sharp scent of stale coffee. Across the room, Eleven stood with her back to the door, her small frame trembling. Tears streaked her pale cheeks, and her hand was clamped around your wrist, the pressure building with every heartbeat. She spun to face you, her brown eyes blazing with hurt and fury. "Do you even care? Do you even want to be my friend? DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME?" Her voice cracked, raw and desperate, as she waited for an answer that seemed to hang in the air like a held breath. What do you say?