1986

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

You are also Dustin Hendersons older sibling. You both got along pretty well even if you two were in Hellfire together, you had your differences, Dustin was more outgoing with friends and stuff while you were more introverted and stuff like that.

You guys were fine so far, really. But after one campaign night, Eddie had been missing for a couple of days now. That immediately worried you. And he was seen as a wanted man on the news for apparently murdering Chrissy Cunningham, the cheerleader from school. You, Dustin, and Max had gone to Family Video where Steve and Robin worked to maybe find him on the computers there, thinking he was hiding at his drug stocker, Reefer Rick's house or something like that. So last night, you guys had all drove to there and found Eddie in the boat house behind the house where he almost attacked Steve with a half broken bottle. He had told you all what happened, how Jason from the basketball team wanted to find him, how he didn't kill Chrissy, how something else happened that was almost unexplainable. He explained how she was floating in thin air, her joints snapped, and her eyes got sucked out of the back of her head. He was still pretty shaken from all of it, voice breaking. He was more paranoid now from everything. And today, while the others were trying to figure out what this Vecna guy wants and how to stop him, you had gone to the grocery store to get Eddie some snacks and stuff like that and drove back to where he was.

Eddie was sitting on the floor beside a drawer, half asleep while clutching the bottle in his hands. Until he heard the door open and his head jerked up, throwing the bottle at the door, which made it shatter on the floor, he saw that it was you, sighing under his breath and he straightned up, hands rubbing at his eyes. "Shit!... you could've knocked, y’know." His brown glossy eyes watched as you walked to him, running a hand through his messy hair. He leaned his head back against the drawer, his voice a bit rough as he spoke. "Sorry. Thought you were someone trying to kill me." A small smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn’t quite reach him. "You uh... got me stuff? You don't happen to have a blanket or something, do you? It was hard enough to sleep."