Kate Hopper's life hadn't been exactly easy.
Ever since her little sister had fallen ill, it seemed her life turned into a game of dominoes, and as each one fell, it felt as if things got harder and harder.
When her life got uprooted from New York C...
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KATE HAD ASKED Jonathan to drive her home after everything that happened.
While she didn't want to be alone for the night, she almost didn't want to invade on Nancy's privacy. Besides, she hadn't been home all day, and she was already worried about what her father would say to her about that.
That's why it shocked her when her father wasn't home again for the night once again. She didn't know if he was out at the bar getting his free Schlitz on Veteran's day or if he had to stay late to close out the Will Byers investigation before the weekend, but she couldn't think of a time where Hopper hadn't come back two nights in a row, the only sign of life currently being that he was passed out on the couch that morning.
When she went inside the trailer, she found that everything except her room was a total disaster. At first glance of the seemingly destroyed trailer, she went to her room, checking to make sure her notebook was still tucked carefully under her bedframe. When she found it there again, she held it in her hand, flopping down in her bed to write again. The rest of the trailer was now her father's problem, not hers.
As she wrote this time, she found herself getting lost, almost losing sense of everything else around her. That was something that seemed to happen whenever she'd felt a lot at once, whenever everything else in the world became too overwhelming—everything seemed to flow much easier whenever she wasn't stuck in her own head. Whenever her left hand started to get tired, she started to flip through the pages, reading through some of her old work.
