𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝖙𝖊𝖓

you were still in shock, grace calmed down, and now was sleeping. you didn't want to get out of your room or even your house. news reported a man being found brutally murdered. which you knew very well why.

but nobody would believe you. not even your mother. well, she wouldn't believe you about pennywise. you sigh, placing your pillow over your head, when you hear your window open. you gasp. "j-just us, bill assured you.

you chuckle. "all of you came here?" bill nodded. you chuckle, watching each of them coming in. somehow, everyone came in. you sit up in your bed. you knew you could tell them of your experience.

eddie pipes in, "you okay, (y/n)?" you sigh. "would you believe me if i tell you something?" "d-depends, bill jokes. you shyly smile, before replying, "i... well, pennywise... or something, someone..."

"pennywise? beverly said, mike was now in their friend group, you didn't mind. in fact, you were happy. well, how could you fully be happy when pennywise came? "mhm, you said, from their expressions, they knew who you spoke of.

okay, so you weren't crazy, good.

maybe because they were more, outsiders, they would believe you, trust your word. people who keep up reputations wouldn't believe you, rich snobs would consider you a freak. "i-i b-believe you, bill spoke up.

you were glad he did, beverly nodded. "so do i. i think we all saw him, but in different forms."  "how is that even possible? eddie asked.

"s-shapeshifts, bill replied. and now that made a bit more sense to you now, especially said out loud. but the fact that others believed you was nice.

"(y/n)?"

you look over and saw (f/n), your friend. he seemed surprised to see you. "oh, hi, you replied, surprised to see him too.

the losers club turn their heads. you hadn't seen the looks on their faces, and maybe you were too oblivious. "what are you doing? (f/n) said. he looked worried for you.

"what do you mean? you reply, confusion in your voice. "nothing, anyway, it's good to see you, (f/n) said. he looked worried for you. you felt like telling him about pennywise, would he believe you?

"me too, you reply. "i feel like we're drifting apart." "i hoped i would see you so we could make up, he admits. you smile. meanwhile, the losers were becoming more annoyed. maybe even darker feelings than that.

how come you were laughing and being happy around him?

they did warn him before, once. guess he didn't listen. "listen, (y/n), (f/n) whispered. "i'd be careful, okay? you don't know what you're getting into."

"what do you mean by that?"

your friend looks over to the losers, and you got what he meant. "i miss you, okay? i want us to hang out again, (f/n) added. "so do i, but what's wrong with them? they're good friends, you said. you'd listen to his concerns, you weren't that blind to just straight up ignore them.

he frowned, handing you a piece of paper, before leaving. you were dumbfounded, but he probably hoped on speaking privately. you understood. "sorry, you laughed, ignoring the looks on their faces.

you wanted to, anyway.

bill's jaw was clenched, and sat beside you. "bill, what's up? you asks. "n-nothing, he replied, his tone passive aggressive.

something was clearly bothering them all. "maybe that should be it for today? you suggest. they agreed, and you end up going home, you didn't read the note yet, so you did.

call me.

very simple and straight forward. however, you knew you should call him up. you felt obligated to do so. and you do end up calling him.

"hey, you spoke. "you there?"

"yeah. surprised you listened."

"well, you're my friend. of course i would call you."

he was clearly concerned about you over something. you needed to know why exactly. your friends were good people, as far as you knew.

"just thought they'd tell you shit about me and you'd stop being my friend you know?"

"okay, (f/n), what do you mean?"

"your friends. you shouldn't really trust them, (y/n). look, once, i ran into them, they threatened me."

you were now visibly confused. they didn't seem like they would do that, but you knew (f/n) wouldn't lie, either. you were conflicted.

"oh shit, really? when?"

"a little while ago. see, they think you belong to them or something like that. and anyway, did you see the look they were giving me when we ran into each other?"

"no, but they did seem mad when you left. but (f/n), what can i do? they seem really nice."

"you might think so. but please, believe me. i would never do anything to put you in danger or you know, have bad motives."

"i believe you, i promise. i should go, before my mom becomes annoyed."

"okay, bye (y/n)."

you hang up, and then place the phone back up. you sigh, you were really torn now. you should believe (f/n), but at the same time, they didn't show any of those signs to you. especially bill, he didn't seem like the type at all.

right?

you frown. "you okay? your mother asks. "oh yeah, you replied. "is dinner ready?" she nodded. you brush it off momentarily to have dinner and be, well in a better mood than you were at the moment.

you enter the kitchen. your mother was really good at cooking. though, when your father was never home, she sort of had to be. but even when he was home, she usually cooked.

you remembered those days when he was around, and then he wasn't. it was obvious that he was having an affair, even at your young age, you were becoming aware of that.

he's probably still cheating on her, and only needs a place to sleep at night. sometimes your mother would argue with him. she just put him in his place, and you knew that he deserved it. but god, you didn't really like hearing them argue, kept grace up. 

she'd often cry, and you didn't like seeing her cry. made you feel like crying. but you remained strong for her, you would never cry while she did.

like always.