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🪐 — NANCY WHEELER for sarah !
nancy wheeler has a way of getting herself in trouble. usually she isn’t alone to deal with it. she thinks, well no, feels that although it’s not the smartest move it is perhaps the most empathetic one. sarah fier needs help, and nancy wheeler can provide some sort of help. and in the middle of helping she can also get to the bottom of this. it’s basically a win, win situation. she just has to be careful on how to approach this. she, after all, is a stranger to sarah. “-well, the situation is much more complicated than you might think.” she starts. looks at sarah from where she is standing. decides then to sit in front of her. levels with her. “-and if you aren’t guilty of the things happening, i can help you prove that. i want to get to the truth.” it’s never fun, doing this. but if she’s not doing it then who else would?
IT’S HARD TO TRUST ANYONE in hawkins, even on her best day. & today was definitely not her best day. sarah had always been disliked by pretty much all of the so-called respectable people within the town limits after her mother had died & father had fallen off the wagon & right into the trailer park. since then, she’d been a beer baby. trailer trash. the resident weirdo. but whispers & snickers were one thing to contend with. now, it would be downright dangerous to show her face in public if she wanted to keep it in one piece. which was why she’d hidden, after, run as far & as fast as as she could until she disappeared into the trees, found a dark little grove of woods somewhere far from the trailer park & tried to will herself to disappear. of all the people who she anticipated might come looking for her — ill intentioned or otherwise — nancy wheeler was the absolute last on the list. & sarah feels a bit like a cornered prey animal at first, her eyes blown wide & her heart fluttering in her chest as she glances behind the other girl for any signs of reinforcements. but it’s only nancy, sitting there on the forest floor in her prim little sweater & skirt. it doesn’t make any sense, why she of all people would believe her — she didn’t do this, but she couldn’t explain it either — but if she does, she might also be sarah’s only hope. ❝ i’m not, ❞ she says, her voice firm & certain in spite of the lingering fear. ❝ guilty, i mean. i didn’t — i didn’t hurt her. i wouldn’t. ❞ the imagery is still fresh, the clean snap of the cheerleader’s jawbone replaying sickeningly in her ears without invitation. & sarah shudders, shaking her head back & forth rapidly as she tries to rid herself of the the horrible memory, the loose curls around her face wild from her long day in the woods. it takes a moment for her to still herself, arms wrapping protectively around her torso, but after a few breaths her wide clear eyes land back on nancy, almost not daring to hope for her help. ❝ you really think you can help me prove it ? ❞