Marlowe:
Bad Men.
So am I at Hawkins Lab? Still in California?
There's a light in the room I'm in and a mirror. I have a hospital gown too. I look in the mirror at my battered body and black eye. I got into a few fights while I've been here. It's been two weeks since El connected with me. I've been here for two weeks and no one has found me. I find ways to pass the time.
Count how many fingers I have
Count the number of bruises I have when others attempted to fight back.
Recite poetry that I do when I can't sleep at night, only the darkest of poetry creeps in the back of my mind now.
Sing.
So I choose to sing a little tune.
I see you, you see me
Watch you blowin' the lines
When you're making a scene
Oh girl, you've got to know
What my head overlooks
The senses will show to my heart
When it's watching for lies
You can't escape my
Private eyes
They're watching you
They see your every move
Private eyes
They're watching you
Private eyes
They're watching you watching
You watching you watching you
They are, they are watching me. My every damn move. There's a camera in the left hand corner, so I know. I flip them off. Whoever's watching.
"Are you fucking happy now? You took me away. But just you wait, you'll get what's coming to you." I stand, looking and pointing at the camera yelling my fucking head off like a mad person.
Maybe I am a mad, crazy person. Is that why I'm in here?
Why you try to put up a front for me
I'm a spy but on your side you see
Slip on, into any disguise
I'll still know you
Look into my
Private eyes
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And btw: while I was writing this I was bawling my head off. It's sad to see a good thing end.
Yeah guys and gals, next chapter is the last chapter.
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Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}
Science Fiction"I can't believe it. He still pulling you, isn't he?" She says shaking her head as she opens her notes, trying to look busy as he sits across from the both of us. "Like a string," I say quietly, glancing at him. Without a glance back, he speaks. ...
