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Eleven felt like she was breathing in glass shards.
She did not know how far she had run, or where she had run to, in retrospect she considered that having a plan would have done her wonders in this situation, but fear had seemed to be stronger to her in the heat of the moment, except now.. she was hopelessly lost.
Her ankle caught in a twisted bramble and she fell with a strangled gasp "fuck" she sobbed out, as she scraped her palms on the pebbles swiveling around to see that it had bent at a painful angle,
As the adrenaline rush faded her lungs twisted and she choked on a sob, then another.. Then she was bawling, but before she could wallow fully in her grief, a twig snapped behind her, she turned around, her ankle protesting sharply, eyes wide.
Behind her a man stood, his robes rumpled and his wand held aloft, a silvery light emitting from it.
"Jeez, how the hell did you end up like this" the man said, lowering his wand nearer to her face as Eleven squinted holding her breath, when she shrank back instead of answering, the man sighed then knelt on his haunches, his voice gentler now, "I'm Hopper.. Jim Hopper, and.. You are?" Eleven stared wide eyed at the hand extended to her.
Trust him.
Eleven extended her arm to his, turning her wrist upwards
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