it chapter two | reader insert [✔]

nine | gunshot wounds

"Did you miss me, (Y/n)?" Henry jeered, beginning to walk towards you with a psychotic look in his eye. You find yourself backing away.

"What do you want, Bowers?" You words come out shaky, and you mentally curse.

"I want you to know what it's like to be fucking shot. To be left for fucking dead." 

His words cause your breath to gather in your throat, being unable to come out. You didn't want to fucking die like this, but who knows? It was better then being killed at the hands of a blood thirsty clown, you guessed.

"Do you know how much pain I felt when you shot me in my shoulder?" He accused, continuing to walk towards you. You feel your behind bump into a small table, meant for decoration, that consists of a flowerpot and a bowl of candy. It stops you from backing away as he continues to stalk towards you. You shake your head hesitantly. He grins deviously, practically screaming at you. 

"Don't worry. You will. You'll feel it all. You're going to fucking burn!"

You quickly duck out of the way as he throws a punch right at your face. You grab the bowl of sweets of the table, lifting it and smashing it into his head. He stumbles backwards from the hit, but, much to your horror, he doesn't get knocked out.

In the few seconds it takes him to recollect himself, you sprint past him, rushing into the bathroom. Blood is all over the floor, leading over to the bathtub, and when you look Eddie is sitting inside rocking back and forth. 

"Eddie, honey, you're gonna have to give me the knife." You practically beg him, and he stares at you with wide eyes. They remind you of when he was a little boy- back when you were all little. And in that moment, that's all he was to you. A scared little boy. A scared boy who needed protecting. 

With much audible discomfort, you watch as Eddie begins attempting to pull the knife from his cheek- letting out grunts and groans of pain.

But footsteps behind you immediately get your attention, and you turn just in time to see Henry running at the two of you in a rage. 

You jump in the bathtub next to Eddie, trying not to slip over on the blood-covered floor, before grabbing a bar of soap on a shelf beside you and throwing it at Henry pathetically. 

You watch as it lands on his face, causing him to stop running and stumble back a bit. He begins to laugh. Without thinking, you shut the shower curtain, blocking the view between the two of you. 

Eddie hadn't gotten anywhere with getting the knife out of his face, and you hear Henry just outside slowly start approaching the shower. Eddie is removing the thing as slowly as he can, pausing every single time he feels the slightest tinge of pain. Adrenaline and fear pumps through your blood, and you tap Eddie on the shoulder with a shaking hand, signaling for him to hurry up and hand you the knife. 

As a few seconds pass, you hear Henry continue to mock the two of you from outside the curtain. At his final remark, you know you have no choice.

"Now, give me back my fucking knife!"

You watch as the outline of him begins rushing towards the curtain, and you're sent into a panic. You turn, yanking the knife out of Eddie's cheek yourself, and shoving it blindly in front of you; It pierces through the curtain and hits Henry directly in the chest.

You barely have time to listen to Eddie's cries of pain, because you're grabbing him by the shoulder as best you can, yanking him out of the bathtub.

Henry is standing in the center of the bathroom, almost in shock, the knife still edged in his chest. You just wish the motherfucker would just die already as you drag Eddie past him and towards the stairs, screaming out for help.