•°.•⊹ ━ ꒰꒰ 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗦 . . . l. sinclair

𝒊. a day in the life

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THE SOUNDS OF HER FOOTSTEPS LIED in Hawkins Laboratory. Number Nine was in danger, and she wouldn't make it out alive.

The feeling of the cold breeze hitting her body made her shiver. She wore a torn hospital gown, as multiple staff members laid on the floor, red sealing through their white shirts. Purple wisps surrounded their bodies, mostly to their heads, killing them if they hadn't already been dead.

Nine walked through the hallways of Hawkins lab, seeing Papa stand not to far. She cowered in fear, as he stalked towards her.

"Shh." he whispered as he reached her. "Everything is all right." He picked her up by her legs, putting her in a bridal style position as he carried her back to her room. He took slow steps as she cried into his shoulder.

He reached her room, setting her down before pulling out a gun, loading the bullets.

"Shh." he whispered in her ear one last time, before the sound of a gunshot rang.

NINE JUMPED UP FROM HER BED, PANTING heavily as her alarm clock rang beside her. She quickly pressed the button down, which helped calm down her panicked state. She rubbed her eyes, just as her 'mother' called out to her.

"GIANNA!" Susan Forrest called to her daughter, waking her alarmingly. "COME EAT AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"

Nine didn't prefer to use her real name as much. She didn't hate it, it just didn't put a good set in her spirit yet, which is why she was only comfortable with her mom calling her that.

She quickly got dressed, putting on a normal oversized t-shirt, her favorite jeans, and some recked converse, with brown strings that laced to the front. She grabbed her blue backpack, taking it with her downstairs. She set it down on the floor before beginning to eat her cereal.

"I was thinking." Her mom began, causing her to pause on her food. "Since today is Halloween, why don't we binge watch some of your favorite horror movies, just the two of us." Her mom took a seat across from her.

She gave her mom a smile and an thumbs up, signaling that she would like that idea.

Due to her experience at the lab, Nine never was the one to communicate with words. She did talk, and if she did, it was a low whisper at bare minimum. The anxiety didn't allow her confidence to grow.

She finished her cereal, grabbing her backpack before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. She let her hair out of the ponytail it was in, letting her hair down as it waved side to side. She closed the door behind her, walking away and locking it with a swipe of her wrist, a purple wisp engulfing it.

She got on her bike, riding away from her house and to school.

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