Winter Mystery 🎄CHRISTMAS SPECIAL🎄(Reddie)

Chapter 13

To say it lightly, Richie Tozier was suffering from depression. Of course he would never admit it, but in the near future, he realises how bad his mental health could've gone.

Slightly after Richie decided to leave the bridge, he still felt like he needed to do something. Something involving Eddie. To him, doing something with Eddie wasn't an option, but doing something for Eddie was.

Richie walked back to the hideout and hopped on his bike, he rode his way to the Kasbrak residence. The house where Richie would occasionally sneak in or sneak Eddie out. The house where Sonia would lock up Eddie like his room was a jail cell. The house where Richie had to climb in and out of Eddie's bedroom window, sometimes hitting his head on the hard floor. The house where Richie came over while Sonia wasn't home and made spaghetti. The house where Richie laughed at his cannibalism joke when Eddie ate the spaghetti.

It was snowing down harsh. Richie's stained and dirty T-shirt wasn't going to last much longer, and his jeans certainly were not in good shape.

We are now back up to date. If I may remind you, in chapter 1 this is where we started. Everything before now was a giant flashback, explaining how Richie got in this situation.

Cold but somehow still warm, that was the mystery. Snow was everywhere, you could barely walk. Shivering his ass off, Richie Tozier was standing infront of Eddie Kaspbrak's house.

Richie is blinding himself by saying he doesn't know why he is there, but deep inside him he knows. He knows the truth, the truth behind everything.

This is all Richie's fault. Maybe if he wasn't so ignorant and cared more, he would've been able to find Eddie. Find Eddie before he was killed. Find Eddie before he was murdered. Maybe he could've found Eddie before the police did, before anyone else did. Before they found his rotting corpse.

Richie never found out the truth behind Eddie's death, and how it occurred, but he certainly didn't plan to. Truth was, Eddie wasn't dead. Eddie Kaspbrak was alive and doing well, but Richie still had no idea. Maybe, just maybe, if Richie cared more about Eddie, he would've found out Eddie was alive. Maybe he could've confessed his desire to be in a romantic relationship with Eddie, with his best friend.

Richie didn't plan on staying long. He didn't plan on staying in Derry for any longer then a week, and he also didn't plan on staying alive for more then a month. How was Richie meant to live with such guilt. The guilt that makes you feel like a murderer. The type of guilt that could never be fixed.

Richie dropped his bike at the footpath and started to make his way to the porch. The snow was difficult to walk through, but Richie managed it well.

Arriving at the door, Richie hesitated before opening it. To his surprised, it wasn't locked. He was expecting to have to crawl in through the window, but he got lucky.

Walking in, everything felt different. Nothing was moved, and everything looked the same, but it didn't feel right. Richie slowly walked around, turning his head to see every aspect of Eddie's house that he had never paid attention to before.

He had never realised the lack of family photos, the only pictures were of Eddie and Sonia. No pictures of Eddie's father, or any other family members. Just them.

Richie knew Sonia was very possessive of Eddie, but he never really realised how much. He remembers one time he had to comfort Eddie.

They were both about 15 and it was just starting to turn into nightfall. Richie was home alone when he heard a knock at his front door. When he opened the door he was surprised to see Eddie crying. Tears were streaming down his face like Niagara falls.