Twisted~Bill Denbrough

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As i sat up in my bed, I could feel the breeze of the early spring wind coming from my window. I stood up, walking towards my closet, lightly kicking the clothes that covered the messy hardwood floor out of my way and to the side.

I woke up early this morning due to the front door being slammed shut. Assuming it was my father, I decided to ignore it and try to go back to sleep for the next half hour. After a while of trying to fall asleep, I gave up and decided on getting up anyways.

I began looking through my closet, searching for an outfit, when I noticed the corner of what seemed to be a photograph peeking out of my shelf. It's stuffed behind a pair of shorts I haven't worn in a while because of the colder weather. Curiously, I reach my hand onto the shelf and pull the wrinkled picture out of my closet and into my hands.

Looking down, I notice it's a picture of my mom holding me and Bev in her arms. We seemed to be around 3 or 4 years old at the time the photograph was taken. I smiled at the thought of my mom and carefully placed the picture back behind the pair of shorts so nobody would find it.

My mom died of cancer when i was 5, leaving me and Beverly with only our dad, having nobody else to care for us. After my mom passed, he didn't know what to do with himself. He fell into a dark depression and began frequently drinking.

Being so young, it was a hard thing for me to process. There were so many things I never understood until I got older. As a kid I'd always ask myself things like

"How could someone change that quickly"

"Why can't he just go back to the way he used to be"

The way things escalated so rapidly left me fending for myself at a very young age and I learned to grow up very quickly. Maturity was something I have never had an issue with.

I eventually remembered I was looking for an outfit and pulled out an oversized band tee shirt along with some baggy pants softly placing them on my bed. In a rush, I quickly got dressed and brushed through my hair, not caring to do anything special with it today.

Looking in the mirror, I noticed a few bruises on my left arm that were openly visible with this shirt. Trying to avoid any questions that might occur later, I run into my room and grab a white long sleeve to put underneath my black shirt, covering both of my arms.

Once I've finished getting dressed, I put on some jewelry and went into the kitchen. Walking in, I noticed my sister eating cereal on the counter. "Morning Bev" I said grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. "Morning" she spoke softly before returning back to the food in front of her.

She's wearing an old pair of overalls with a striped white and red shirt. I've never liked wearing overalls because I didn't think they looked good on me, but Bev could pull them off really nicely.

I had a bad feeling about today. Lately something's been off with my mood and I can't figure it out. The only way of describing it is the feeling of dissatisfaction at every moment and every single thing I do. God it's probably some form of depression working its way back in, as if that's what i need right now.

Grabbing my now filled bowl of cereal, I walk over to where my twin sister is sitting. I sit down at the chair next to her unintentionally letting out a breathy sigh.

She turned her head to the side, looking at me with a concerned face. "What's wrong" I just shrugged and gave her a small smile.