Cherry Bomb- R. Tozier

Chapter 14

For a while I couldn't feel anything. 

Darkness was surrounding me and no matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to force my eyes open. But I could hear everything. 

I could hear Beverly running over to me, and yelling my name. Hoping that would wake me up somehow. And no matter how much I willed it to, it wouldn't happen. 

I could hear her running from Pennywise, and telling him she wasn't scared of him. Then suddenly all her noise stopped and I could feel my blood run cold with all the possibilities of what possibly could have happened. 

What if I just heard my best friend die? 

I didn't do anything to stop it. I could have helped but I couldn't because I was held hostage in my own mind. 

Still trying my hardest to force myself to do anything, I was just about to give up when I just screamed of frustration and sorrow. 

A giant red blast omitting from me unintentionally as I shoot up gasping for breath before holding my throbbing head with my hand. 

Looking around frantically, I finally was able to locate Beverly. 

She was floating in the air and the irises of her eyes were gone, and her mouth agape, stuck in a position that showed slight fear. 

Seeing her so vulnerable made my heart break. I was about to pull her down when I heard a clanging in the pipe next to us. 

Whipping around I just barely saw the gleam of an axe before I began panicking. Quickly surveilling the area around me, I spotted a loose, rusty, kitchen knife, strewn across the floor lazily. 

Quickly sprinting over I grab it and hide quickly behind a protruding part of the pile of toys, in a dark enough corner so he hopefully wouldn't see me. 

Taking shallow breaths to try and calm myself, I focus on listening for where he is and hopefully slowing my heart rate down from the concerning speed it was going. 

I can hear him dragging his axe behind him on the floor, clanging loudly, a high pitched scrape ear piercingly echoing as a stark contract to the deep, heavy, menacing foot steps I can hear coming towards me. 

Suddenly, he walks past me and as soon as he's far enough away I know this is my only chance to attack him before he finds me. Stepping out quietly, I manage to stealthily approach him but right as Im about to attack the one sound I don't want to hear echos across the room and I know I'm fucked.

Clumsily in my haze of trying to be quiet and my panic of seeing him again, I didn't notice the chain on the floor, which my foot caught and dragged across the stone. 

He turns around to face me and as he does I pull my arm back and swing it down as hard as I can. Sinking the knife deep in his chest with a scream leaving my lips as I look up to his face to see him pissed.

He swings his arm around and punches me hard across the face, the force of it all throwing me to the floor as I yell out in pain.

He pulls the knife out of him giving me only enough time to stand before once again the familiar feeling of his hands, is around my throat again. 

I can feel him squeezing tighter and tighter with both hands as I try and kick him away from me. 

Realizing that my attempts were futile I tried to go for another tactic. Placing my hands on his face I begin to dig my thumbs into his eyes. As hard as possible. 

Immediately as I began to press in, he let go of me and threw me on the floor again before picking up his axe and looking at me with the most murderous look I've ever seen.