You feel the bandages on the arms and thighs. Rushing wind and like the leaves rustling from the trees. You are free. Free. You ran away from psychiatry. It feels weird to feel cold again..you're used to it. Your mother once kicked you out after you finally hit back. Some old guy found you and brought you to the psychiatry. Father dead. Best friend dead. Can your life get worse? You have your emergency box with you in case you hurt yourself again...

he‘s not here. He‘s far away..

Suddenly, footsteps. Loud. You back away a little before turning around. Jim Hopper and some other cops behind him…

„Hey, kid, are you supposed to be here?“