Georgie Lives - IT

Chapter 1:the choice to go

It's raining again, but I have a plan. Every time it rains Georgie asks me to go out with
him so he can have the paper boat race down the curbs of our neighborhood street. He always
loses the boat down the storm drain, and that's when we would usually go back inside. But
today is the day the cycle ends.
I began making the boat as Georgie begged for me to go out into the rain. I start my excuses
with tissues already surrounding me.
“I can’t go out because I’m *cough* dying” I say.
“You're not dying, Bill!” Georgie replied frustrated.
“Yeah I am y-you d-d-didn’t see the vomit sh-shoot out of my nose this morning?” I said hoping it
would scare him off, still I wanted him to stay for some odd reason.
“Gross” Georgie said, disgusted.
I continued finishing the boat, still feeling odd. I wasn't actually sick, well I was sick of going out
in the rain.
“Can you g-get the wax?” I stuttered.
“From the basement?”
“Y-y-you want it to f-f-float don’t you?”
He headed down to the basement. Georgie was always scared to go down there alone, but
recently he has said he’s been hearing things down there. I was pretty sure he was making it up,
he’s imagined things like that before.
Georgie runs back up the stairs to me with the wax. I finish covering the origami boat in wax as I
let it dry. Georgie still looks at it with excitement.
After it finally dries, I hand Georgie the boat “h-hhere she is.”
“She?” Georgie replied.
“Y-y-you call b-boats she, Georgie” I said.
“Are you sure I won’t get in trouble Bill?”

“Fine” I could have gotten out of going with him, but I felt I needed to go for some reason “I’ll go
b-but ssince I'm dd-d-dying only o-once around the block f-f-fair?”
“Yes!” Georgie said with pure excitement. My shoulders relax, glad that one of us will
enjoy our little trip around the block. I put on a coat, rain boots, ect, and walk out of the house
while Georgie is running, just barely in front of me. We set the boat down, and watch it floats
lightly on the rain’s stream. It starts to pick up speed, as it paddles down the water. Georgie
dashes after it trying to catch it. I ran after him, trying to keep Georgie in my sight. I run barely
behind him, losing my breath then losing him from my vision.
The boat goes down into the storm drain. Georgie was about to duck to see if he could get it. I
grab his hand as he kneels.
“D-don’t it’s g-gone.” I have a bad feeling with him looking in the sewer drain that closely.
“But-”
“Come on let’s go” I say lightly tugging on his jacket.
“Bill, I see it!” he says, confusing me.
I looked in myself, and saw the boat got stuck inside, how is that possible?
“We went around the block once, Georgie we gotta go home” I say not even noticing my stutter
disappeared.
Gerogie hesitantly followed behind me. We walk into the entrance and begin taking off our
jackets. I looked up at him and-
Black everything went black.
I wake up in my bed? How did I get here?
*creak* I hear it coming from the basement. I grab my trusty sidekick lego turtle, for my own
protection. I see Georgie.
I dropped the lego turtle in shock, it shattered into pieces.
“Georgie?” I called out, on the verge of tears as he ran to the basement.
Flashes of Georgie yelling and a bad entity doing this to him. I run.

I woke up, again, in the hospital?
“W-what-” I say my voice a little raspy, “Georgie” I try to yell but it comes out in a little shout.
Mom and Dad stood next to the bed.
“You okay son, you passed out?” My dad asks. Georgie walks forward from behind them.
“Billy, are you ok?” Georgie said worried.
I grabbed Georgie’s hand and squeezed “G-g-georgie d-don’t ever go near t-t-that d-d-drain” I
started tearing up at the thought of that vision, that dream, or whatever I thought was my reality.
“Bill you're hurting my arm” Georgie said, with me squeezing his hand.
“P-p-ppromise, Georgie” my hand is trembling now.
“I promise, if you just let go of my hand….please.”
I released his hand and fell back into a deep sleep. The next time I woke up, I was discharged
from the hospital. When I got back home the first thing I did was look into Georgie's room. I saw
him playing with his toys and I sigh of relief.
The school year passed in a blur. But something at the back of my skull was still itching at me.
Something was unfinished.
On the last day of school me, Stanley, Richie, and Eddie dump out our backpacks full of school
work.
“Good riddance” Richie said, tossing Eddie's backpack to him, “It was almost as heavy as your
mom!” and that is where I tuned Richie out.
A missing poster flew onto my foot, I picked it up.
“D-do you t-think they’ll find h-her?” I asked the group that grew more quiet when I brought up
the question.
“Her body is probably in a dumpster somewhere,” Richie said, trying to make a joke.
“S-sshe’s not d-dead, s-she’s missing” I defend, trying to have some kind of reassurance to
myself.
“Yeah right” he said, denying almost any possibility she’s actually alive