𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗮𝗺, 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 (✔️)
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'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘐𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴'
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YOU HUFF IN PAIN, SLOWLY RISING OUT OF BED.
your eyes direct over to your arms, gently pulling your sleeve up.
you frown heavily, your arms were all purple and bruised, stinging cuts decorating the both of them.
how am i going to cover this? i'll need to wear something long sleeved again.. and i should be able to cover my hands with makeup..
you look down at your foundation, picking it up.
shit, is this going to be enough to cover my hands? i got so caught up i forgot to go and buy some.. i'll have to get some this afternoon
you get out of your bed with a sigh, getting your clothes out first, you would cover your hands up after.
it was a saturday, but you'd rather be out than in this boring house.
you take out a red and blacked striped cropped knitted hoodie (or full length if you want it to be, it don't mater), some more fishnets, some dark blue ripped jeans and a black belt.
you quickly get dressed, grabbing some black converse from your cupboard and sitting in front of your mirror.
you grab your foundation, pumping as much as you could out onto your hand.
you look at the tiny little blob,
oh, fuck me. this won't even be enough to cover a single hand
you roll your eyes in annoyance, covering as much as you could before grabbing two rolls of black bandages from under your bed.
you wrap them around your hands and just below your wrist, trying to cover as much as you could.
you scratch your ear, pulling on some of your earrings.
you look at the small bruises on your fingers,
i can cover those with some rings
you stand up, opening up your small jewellery box and taking out some fairly large rings, decorating your fingers with them.
you check your watch,
20 minutes
you grab your eyeliner and mascara, sitting back down.
you do some quick eyeliner, making it a bit more smoky than usual before applying some mascara.
you put some clear gloss over your lips, popping them and closing it again.
you grab a hair tie and put your [hair colour] hair in a half-up half-down hairstyle.
you crack your knuckles, sitting up.
you head out of your room, grabbing an apple from the table and quickly eating it, chucking the core in the bin.
you quickly brush your teeth and put your shoes on, heading out to the lounge room.
you look around, breathing out in relief that your parents weren't there.
they had work today, so you were alone for now.
you grab the remote, turning the tv on.
"we're in the forest hills trailer park in east roane country" the reporter speaks from the tv, you take a seat on the lounge,
forest hills trailer park? that's pretty close..
"we don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a hawkins high students was discovered early this morning"
your eyes go wide.
"police have not yet released the victims name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family"
you purse your lips,
holy shit..
you scratch your cheek.
though still disregarding the wish to stay inside, you exit the house, locking the door behind you.
you look down,
that's crazy, man..
you breathe out some air, grabbing your bike and slowly biking down the street.
after a while, you stop and get off your bike, deciding to just walk.
you hold it beside you, flinching as someone grabs your arm, looking back.
you raise an eyebrow, "max?"
she also had her bike in hand.
she lets go of your arm, "were you talking to eddie last night?"
you raise an eyebrow, "yeah? wh-?"
"did he seem suspicious at all?"
you furrow your eyebrows, "huh? what are you talking about?"
"did he?!"
"no! he seemed.. well, normal, i guess?"
she looks down, "come with me"
she gets on her bike.
you blink, getting on your own bike and following after her.
"uhm- where are we going?"
"to dustin's house"
you nod awkwardly, "right. why?"
she ignores you, leading you down some streets and towards a pale yellow house.
you both drop your bikes on the front lawn.
max rings the doorbell, you rub your head in confusion.
the door swings open, revealing dustin.
"max? [name]? what are you doing here?"
you shrug, "honestly no clue man"
max invites herself in his house, you glance back at him as she drags you toward what you're guessing to be his room.
he follows shutting the door behind him.
"what the hell ma-?"
"it was chrissy cunningham. the one that got killed"
your eyes go wide, "that cheerleader girl?"
"i walked down this morning, and i saw her. she was in eddie's trailer, she went with eddie from the school. i saw them going into his trailer yesterday"
"chrissy cunningham?" dustin questions, "you're sure it was chrissy?" he paces.
"yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit. it was the same thing she was in when i saw her with eddie"
"did you tell all this to the cops?"
"no. no, but i-i.. i can't be the only one who saw them together. i mean, they stood out"
"eddie the freak with chrissy the cheerleader?"
"exactly. you know, his name's not in the news yet or anything, but i guarantee you eddie suspect number one right now"
you rub your head.
"that's crazy" dustin says, "eddie didn't do this. no way"
max looked unsure.
"no way"
"well, we can't rule it out"
"yes, we can!"
"dustin!"
"you don't know him like i do, max. okay?"
max sighs.
"when we got to highschool, lucas made all his sports friends. mike and me? i mean, no one was nice to us. no one except eddie"
"okay. well, i mean they said the same shit about ted bundy"
you deadpan.
"yeah. he's like a uh super nice guy, but then he's murdering women on the weekend"
"so you're saying eddie is like ted bundy?"
"no, that- i'm not saying- i'm saying that we can't presume anything, okay?"
dustin raises his hands, walking back.
"but it doesn't look good for eddie"
dustin falls back on his bed with a sigh.
you rub your neck, "i get i talked to him and all, but i still don't understand why i'm here?"
"i- i actually don't really know why i dragged you here, but you're here now, so- you can like, help"
you nod slowly, "right, okay"
"why haven't you told the cops this?" dustin looks up at max.
she crosses her arms, "i.. i don't know"
"you don't know?"
max sits down, "after i saw eddie and chrissy go in the trailer.. something else happened"
you raise an eyebrow.
she explains about how the lights at her place started to flicker and how right after it stopped, eddie got in his car and left.
"nothing that weird or anything. i mean.. eddie always drives like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. it's a piece of shit, but.. this morning, i started to think back, and.."
she shakes her head, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, though dustin seemed to understand.
"i don't know. the look on his face. he was scared, dustin. really scared. maybe he was scared because, you know, he.. he just killed someone, or.. maybe, um.. maybe be-because.. i don't.. i don't know, maybe.." she stammers.
"something else killed her"
you look between the two in confusion, they seemed to know something.
"uh.. what are you talking about? something else? like someone else? another person?"
your face was struck with confusion.
"but that's impossible. right?"
"i don't know"
"what.. what's impossible? you guys are being pretty fucking worrying right now? what the hell are you talking about?"
dustin sighs, looking over at max.
she thins for a moment before nodding, you raise an eyebrow.
"okay, we'll tell you. but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
you nod, "i can keep a secret. my mouth's sealed"
"you might want to take a seat for this"
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date posted ; 8/06/22
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