Henry Bowers pov:
I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. "Ouch." I held my wound and bit my bottom lip.
"Thank god you're okay." Victor said patting my shoulder.
"Where is Patrick." I asked.
"He said he felt too guilt to come with us and that he'd come another day or later."
I huffed and led back. "Can you call him and tell him I want him here? I just needa talk to him."
"Last time that happened it didn't go well-"
Victor nudged Belch. "Shut up you pile of dust. Yeah I'll tell him."
"Thanks. See you later."
"Later." They stood up and left the room. I looked at the end of my bed. This was all dramatic. I didn't need no hospital. I coulda just woke up and been fine. Sleep it off am I right?
I got up and stretched. I itched my leg and looked down. I was wearing just my underwear and socks.
I slid around the floor, dancing to the radio that I found in the room.
Patrick walked in and stopped when he saw what I was doing. "Hey." I turned the radio off and got into bed.
"Hey. How're you doing."
"Good no thanks to you."
"What the fuck did you expect me to do?! I'm not going to prison for something I didn't do."
"I wasn't gonna tell them you stabbed me was I?!"
"Yeah well I don't know. You're unpredictable."
He huffed and sat in the chair next to my bed.
"You're just mad cause it's over between you and me."
"I am mad, quite frankly!"
"Why?!"
"Because one minute you're in my bed making out with me and the next you're dragging me into bathrooms and telling me you don't want to see my anymore."
"Are you fucking joking me?"
"What."
"I WAS TOUCHED AND THREATENED BY THE PRINCIPAL? HAVE A BIT OF RESPECT."
"Well you didn't resist did you?"
I paused. Was he fucking joking? "Get the fuck out. Now."
"No. I'm not leaving until you explain everything."
"What's their to explain?" I stood up and grabbed my clothes. I put them on and walked out the room.
He followed behind me. "Well what's going on with you?"
"Grow up you selfish bastard."
I left the hospital. "You grow up."
"I can't grow up. My youth was robbed by people like you."
"Oh get a grip."
"Just fuck off. I don't wanna see you." I crossed the road and walked into the forest.
That was the last anyone seen or heard from me ever again. It wasn't the ending that everybody wanted but I didnt decided. It did. It, the creepy person in a clown costume. I didn't want this ending either but I don't pick it. Fate did. Fate, the little demon.
My life was like a timer. It wasn't even half way finished. It had been picked up by selfish people and thrown around until eventually it smashed.
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𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ; ℋℯ𝓃𝓅𝒶𝓉
أدب الهواة"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺." 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩, 2023 Henpat story. All characters belong to Stephen King.