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Year 1885, Indiana, small town called "Hawkins". There wasn't much to say about it, mostly because it was filled to the brim with working class, with only a small amount of "noble, rich and worthy" people. One of those people was Nancy Wheeler.
The Wheeler family prided itself for many successful generations and some of the most important people in Indiana even. Nancy Wheeler was the eldest daughter of Ted and Karen Wheeler.
At first, Nancy seemed to be just like any other "rich kid", she didn't stand out at all. It's just that one thing, that one thing that made her so different. Inability to feel love.
Her parents weren't the ones that were know for their undying love, it was quite actually the opposite, which was one of the things that made Nance so distant.
Next one, that probably impacted her more would be lack of attraction to men. Yes, she was okay with the idea of dating men, but it all sounded so weird and icky that just the thought of marrying a man made Nancy gag. She tried to talk to her mother about it, since she claimed to be "absolutely supportive of her children" and "the most understanding person in town", but all she told her was something along the lines of her just being out with the working class to much.
The empty and cold feeling only grew larger when she saw happy "normal" couples, living their "normal", happy lives. There was just no hope for her. None. At some point, Nancy was thinking of just setting up an marriage with the first rich man she found, pretending that everything that happended was a mistake or a phase and continue to live just like everyone - "normal", but certainly not happy. It all felt so sickening. It was almost like there was no love in her world. Almost like everyone around her has found their soulmate, except for her and at this point, she even questioned if she has a soulmate - a person who could make her feel truly happy, free and normal. That was all she asked for.
Yet, her wish didn't come true. All her life, she searched for a girl that would love her, the one she would love back, but that never happended. At the age of 20, she fell ill. Really ill. The sickness made her really weak, and didn't kill her instantly, in a day or two. It made her live through torment everyday, as it was taking it's time. Nancy knew she was going to die and all she did was cry. Cry and scream (as much as she could) into her linen pillows, knowing that she'll pass on from this world without knowing love.
Week two of her illness begun, and she was absolutely drained, not having any will to live left. All she was able to do was lay and sob about each and every choice she made. She knew she isn't going to get better as the doctors told her, so she thought of one thing. The arsenic bottle she kept for bonnet cleaning, which was kept stupidly close enough to her. All it took was one swig. That was exactly what she did, tired of being chained to a bed with sore limbs, hurting lungs and sleepless nights.
Quite obviously, the poison didn't taste pretty good, yet Nancy was determined. She melted into her mattress, knowing that those minutes, are the last ones of her life. But her peaceful time was distributed by something. A blurry figure started moving in her room, apparently moving furniture. She was really confused, as she watched the mysterious person stop and finally regain some shape.
She immediately fell connected to the figure. At this point, Nancy noticed that it was in fact a tall woman, with rather short blonde her. And then, just a second before it all ended, she knew. Was it her? It was definitely her. The person that would make her happy. The one she didn't get to meet.
Year 1986, Indiana, small town called "Hawkins". Robin Buckley, 18 year old ice cream parlor worker has just moved in into a new house with some of her friends. It was an old, victorian era house in the town centre. Her life was a straight up mess, as she liked to describe it.
Just as she opened the door to her new room, she noticed the obvious mess and groaned at the thought of having to cleaning all of this. Nothing really motivated her at this point, she was absolutely deflated after her break up with the supposed "love of her life". Robin felt weak. She felt as if she was malnourished. She felt sick. Well, that was a new one, as she felt it only when Robin found herself in her room.
The cleaning wasn't easy at all, yet Buckley was a strong willed person and promised herself to fix this place in a week, which was absolutely tiring.
While getting rid of old furniture, she saw an old piece of paper sticking from a drawer, so of course, the first thing she did was open the drawer and see what that was. It was a family photo. She didn't recognize them immediately, but after a while she noticed that in fact, those were the "famous" Wheelers.
Robin didn't think much of it, it was their old house, so a family photo wasn't a weird thing to find. It was just the feeling she got. The feeling of someone looking at her from behind. If there was one thing she hated the most, it would definitely be that. Finally, deciding to turn around, she tried to forget all the ghost horror movies she watched, and just as she was about to turn around, the feeling was absolutely gone, just as if it wasn't there in the first place.
Obviously, Robin still turned around but of course, there was nothing, or at least there was nothing anymore. The only thing she could feel was loneliness, that suddenly came out of nowhere. She just felt like there was no love left for her.
Robin looked at the photo one more time, and that's when she locked eyes with a certain girl with brown, curly hair and the most charming eyes she ever saw in her life. She saw her before, yet now it was different. Very different. It felt like they knew eachother for eternity, as if they talked everyday. Goddamnit, she missed her, just from looking at a photo, the only thing she knew about her was her name. Nancy Wheeler.