Headed straight for Hell

Henry x reader

Movie: it 2017
You: (y/n) (l/n)
Your age: 17
His age: 17
POV: yours
Short description/warnings: Henry goes mental and kills his dad, belch and victor, Patrick is still 'missing' and you were supposed to be next but he got caught.
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I was standing at Henry's house with  bunch of cops. I was going to go see my boyfriend of five months but when i got there the cops asked me where he was, of course i didn't know, he was supposed to meet me at his house. They told me that his father and both his friend were murdered and all evidence leads to him.

I couldn't believe it, i didn't want to. I knew Henry was an asshole but a murderer?

I stood there and talked to the cops for a while,  they questioned me about Henry. I told them everything i knew, from Henry's dad who beat him constantly to Henry being a buly to a bunch of kids. Eventually they said i should go in to the station with them later, for further questioning, but for now i should just wait until they're done investigating.

I looked at the road with tears threatening to spill until i saw Henry. I ran to him without thinking and he ran to me. I was so focused on getting to him that i didn't notice that he was covered in blood and water, or that he looked crazy. The cops ran after me, trying to catch me before i got to Henry, but i got to him before they got to me.

It wasn't the best idea to just run up to someone who is possibly a crazed murderer though. He tackled me to the ground and started strangling me. The cops tried pulling him off but struggled, he somehow had a very strong grip for a seventeen year old. Just as the world was becoming fuzzy and my breathing was about to completely stop, thankfully, they managed to pull him away from me.

I moved away from him, coughing. I stood up, falling down again but got back up and ran to the nearest cop, i then stood behind them like a shy todler hiding behind their parent. I saw as they pushed Henry down onto the ground and cuffed him. He yelled that he needed to kill them all. He stoped struggling when he looked up, i looked up to where he was staring and saw a red balloon. I had no idea why there was a balloon, why it was just floating in one place, why Henry was staring at it and smiling like a psycho, but, somehow, i knew it meant trouble.

I saw the cops put Henry in the backseat of one of the copcars, he just yelled that he was coming for me, that he was going to kill me and everyone in the losers club. He wasn't the Henry i knew anymore. I was so spaced out that i hadn't even noticed one of the female cops talking to me. Once i did notice,  i asked her to repeat what she said.

"Miss (l/n), would you like me to take you home?"

I looked at her and she handed me a tissue, confused i took it, i then put my other hand on my face, feeling the tears that were streaming down my face which only caused more tears to flow. I fell to my knees and she sat down, she hugged me.

I couldn't process everything that just happend. I managed to choke out a few words to form a somewhat of a sentence.

"Belch,Victor...they...they're...d-dead...murdered, Me...he tried to..."

"It's okay, it's all going to be okay honey, lets get you home"

She tried to comfort me, it didn't work. Those words, 'its going to be okay', i didn't believe them, how could i? My whole life just got flipped upside down. My friends were dead, my boyfriend was a murderer and he just tried to choke me to death. I climbed into the car and she drove me home.

A year.

Thats how long it took for me to get over what happend that day, and over Henry.

I cried every night, i never slept, i didn't eat, i stayed home and when i did go out to go to school, i ditched and went to Henrys old empty house, i then sat in his room all day, crying. i went full depression mode.

The losers club even made an effort to try and help me get back onto my feet but they failed, multiple times.

After that year, i decided that i needed to do something.

It took a while, but...i finally got out of my dark state, with help from my patents and the losers club.

I do cry a little whenever i think about Henry or that day...but i do smile more and get out more. I hang out with the losers and i officially became one. The whole school was afraid of me when i was in the Bowers gang and thanks to that, they don't mess with the losers anymore, at all, ever.

One small thing that never left me though.

The red balloon. I'm the only one who can see it. Not even the losers can see it. Every day that passes by, it gets a little closer to me.

Sometimes...i see Henry, holding onto it, giving me a wide smile. Blood all over his face, just like that day. Though he might be standing far away from me, i can feel his hands around my neck, slowly tightening.