𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒.
the munson trailer is the last place she should be. the trailer park was vastly different then her suburban street. a set of few flickering and dim street lights that illuminated minimally with their yellow glow. it's not quiet , night full of dog barking and muffled arguments from the inside of other mobile homes. but none of this stops chrissy from following him inside. neither did the rumors. @hedev1l was a killer. everyone in hawkins had already agreed on it. and by bringing chrissy here , she'd be his next victim. but the cheerleader doesn't believe it. at first in those woods , startled by him like a doe. maybe then , she could have believed it. but just from that short time at the picnic table. chrissy had sized him up as different then what picture the rest of the school and town had painted him. he wasn't so scary. she remembers him as the boy who had given her his bike tire , when her own had gone flat in the rain. the boy who had given her a band-aid covered in stars. it was the last they had.
and when she had come home , yelled at by her mother for being soaked to the bone. a mother who hadn't even worried why chrissy had been so late. only that her daughter would be a mess for that night's mass. the star band-aid and boy with the buzzed hair was all she could think of. the trailer is full of clutter. dirty dishes left in the sink , bills and other papers scattered on the counter. the smell of cigarettes coat everything. it's a home that's lived in , a home instead of a house. blue hues watch him dart around the trailer , trying to clean up what he can. she shakes her head , offering a lighthearted laugh. it's the second time she's done that today. god , it felt real. when was the last time chrissy hadn't feigned laughter? given those giggles that pleased her friends and jason?
❝ it's okay eddie , really ! ❞ she gives him a sickly sweet smile. even as fingers pick her cuticles raw. it isn't him or this place that makes her nervous. it's that she can't shake the blue eyeshadow. or that girl now dead , had been from their school. she walked the same halls , sat in the same desks. she can't stop shaking , even in the warmth of knitted cheer jacket. ❝ you said , this stuff? it'll work right? it'll help me sleep? ❞