every 27 years ||

chapter 2

TW- homophobia, mentions of blood?

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Lucas Roberts was walking home from the store, a small bag in his hand, swinging it around- trying to get home as quickly as he could. he was humming to himself, not really looking where he walking- paying more attention to the bag.

"hey, freak, what's in the bag?"

Lucas fell silent- stopping his humming. He felt his heart drop and he stopped in his tracks, letting out a heavy groan at the sight of Zach Curtis, leaned against his car having a smoke.

"what the fuck has it got to do with you, Zach?" he says, taking another step towards the bully, letting out a long sigh.

"dont you fucking mouth me, Roberts, because I swear, I'll kill you." he snaps, glaring at the boy. "I've already had enough of people like you in my town,"
he spits.

"like me?" Lucas questions, stepping closer to Zach once again, almost like he was edging zach on- daring him. however lucas knew exactly what zaxh was referring too. the same thing that zach always referred to.

"whats so hard to understand, Roberts? I mean, almost the whole of Derry knows you're a fairy. a faggot. and your little boyfriend- Coby, is it? Well, he's just as bad, isn't he? I hear, his own mother left him. I mean I'm not surprised, though." He laughs.

Lucas eyes burned with rage- sure, he could handle little comments made about himself, he always has, but the minute he heard Cody's name came out off that assholes mouth, he saw red. he grabbed ahold of zachs shirt tightly, tugging him close, "Don't you fucking talk about him like that!" Lucas spat, "and by the way, its cody. if you're gunna talk shit about him, alteast get his name right." In one swift movement, he dropped his bag to the ground, and with the now free empty hand he swung around, punching Zach hard in the face, his nose beginning to bleed our rather quickly and harshly.

"Fucking asshole! Ill kill you!" He shouts, hands around his nose, it and his hands now covered in blood. he moves his hands, reaching for his pocket, and pulls out a small, switch knife, a dark grin now appearing on his face. "yeah, you know what that is, Roberts."

Lucas grabs his bag, and runs as fast as he can- leaping over a nearby fence, causing himself to go tumbling down a hill- hitting his head a few times on the way down. He groans out in pain while sprawled across the ground. but still manages to sit up and look around for any sight of the bully. he takes a few moments to catch his breath as he collects the few items that spilled from his bag due to the fall, placing them back inside. he hears zach's car start and drive off, and then he stands up.

he finds his way back up onto the pathway, clothes covered in mud and dirt, along with a couple minor scratches, red marks, and about two cuts that was bleeding along his arms that was probably due to whatever the hell he rolled down onto, whether that be sticks or stones, glass or pieces of brick.

"fuck," he mutters, wiping the blood in the each side quickly with the hand on the other arm. "you better be thankful i defended you, Cody." he laughs, muttering away to himself. until he wasn't.

"hiya, lucas." a voice says suddenly, and lucas eyes widen. he turns around, looks side to side, but nothing. nobody. no-one. lucas turns back around, shaking his head and blinking a few times. he just banged his head, it might make some kind of sense for him to be hallucinating.

"its not nice to ignore someone, lucas." the same voice says sternly. but this someone, no. its something. and lucas sure as hell isn't hallucinating.

"I just want a friend, lucas.." it says in a whisper, but this time the voice is softer, different.

"I said, dont ignore, lucas!" it says again, but this time the voice was familiar. much to familiar. his father's.

"stop, stop it!" lucas yells, voice shaky. "please..,"

but it just got louder, scarier. so lucas ran, faster then he ever could, to the closest place he knew to go. Cody's.

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Noah Esteves had just left to go hang out with Reagan, a small smile on her lips at the thought of him. she enjoyed hanging out with her friends because it meant she didn't have to be around at home as much with her asshole, bully-of-a-sister.

but she was smart enough to know not to let her really get to her. she just much preferred to be around her friends.

she had a feeling she was being followed- so she picked up her pace, constantly checking behind her- but nothing or nobody was there. She shakes her head, trying to let the feeling go, and turns the corner onto the next street. Neibolt.

She hears a slight laughter- like a childs- behind her, and this time she stops in her tracks, swinging around fully, now starting to get concerned.
"right- what the fuck?"

the laughter stops. maybe she didn't actually hear anything at all. she considered that it was just the wind, nothing more. nobody was there, right? so it had to be. it only made sense.

She continues on walking, finally having almost reached Reagans house that was on the next couple streets or so.

but there it was again! louder this time,, however, but also more like it was taunting. she stops again, and turns around once more, getting slightly annoyed. but the annoyance was short lived.

because for a second- but just for one, small second, Noah could of sworn she had seen something. no, no someone. but then, it was gone. vanished. She walks backwards, letting out a shaky breath. she blinks a couple times, but still- nothing or nobody is there.

"what.."

the laughing starts again, gradually getting louder. loud enough for her to know that it wasn't the wind. that she did see something. someone.

she lets out a breath, stepping backwards a couple times and then turns. then she ran, past down onto the last few streets to reach Reagans house. she knocks on the door, panting heavily, wondering what the hell had just happened. because that, that was not something she would off just imagined.