BLUE,
STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR

"Serena, with her mysterious ways of spontaneous thinking. There's nothing that she doesn't shock at a moments turn."
—— A STRANGER THINGS FAN-FICTION
"You know, I think I enjoy being a 'freak'"

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INTRODUCTION,
BLUE - Serena 'Ren' Wheeler
"Don't be a bunch of pussies."

STRANGER THINGS —
SEASON FOUR,

—— prologue

THE graveyard was silent, the kind of quiet that settled deep into the bones and made the air feel heavier than it was. Serena Wheeler sat cross-legged in front of the headstone, her fingers grazing the rough edges of the name etched into the granite.

Her cigarette burned low, the faint tendrils of smoke curling upward before dissolving into the cool morning air. She hadn't bothered to dress warmly; the chill biting at her bare arms didn't matter. Nothing mattered in places like this.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, staring at the name. It was a name she never spoke aloud anymore. The kind of name that lived only in the corners of her mind, locked away, except for moments like this—when she was alone.

Her hands trembled slightly as she stubbed the cigarette out on the dirt beside her, leaving a small black mark in the earth. She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, and closed her eyes.

Her mind betrayed her immediately.

The sounds came first—the distant screams, the shattering of glass, the roar of flames as they tore through the food court of the Hawkins mall. She could still feel the heat of it on her face, the acrid smoke burning her lungs.

The chaos had been deafening. People running, crying, calling out for loved ones. And her, running through the wreckage, desperate to reach him.

She hadn't been fast enough.

The weight in her chest grew heavier, pressing against her ribs, as the images flickered through her mind. Blood on the tile. His hand slipping from hers. His voice, faint but steady, telling her to run.

She never forgave herself for listening.

Back in the present, Serena's breath hitched, and a tear slid down her cheek, unbidden and unwanted. She wiped it away quickly, as if even in solitude, she refused to let herself cry.

"You'd probably tell me to let it go," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers traced the letters of the name on the stone, over and over, as if the motion could bring him back.

She sighed, pushing herself to her feet and brushing the dirt from her jeans. Before she left, she reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper. She unfolded it carefully and set it at the base of the headstone.

It was a song she'd been writing, the lyrics scrawled messily in blue ink. A song he would've teased her for, but also probably loved.

"See you around," she said softly, her voice breaking slightly.

As she walked away, she didn't look back. She couldn't. Not yet.

But even as she left the graveyard behind, the memories of that night clung to her, refusing to let her go.

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001. AUTHORS NOTE,
AXGELPETROVA ★☼

1. WARNINGS, This book may depict acts of violence, including physical altercations and combat. It contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature, which may not be suitable for all readers. There are descriptions of blood and gore throughout the narrative. Instances of emotional, physical, or psychological abuse may be present. Characters may exhibit harmful or toxic behaviors towards one another.

2. This is a work of fanfiction, and the characters, settings, and elements from Stranger Things are the intellectual property of their respective creators and owners. I have created an original character within the Stranger Things universe, and all rights to the original work are owned by the creators of the show. This story is written for enjoyment and is not intended for commercial gain. All credit for the Stranger Things universe goes to its creators.

now let the story begin..

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