We'll Always Be Losers, No Matter What (IT Rewrite)

Making The Call

Warning: Assault, Slurs, ETC...

Btw, This song is a banger, I recommend listening to it while reading this Chapter

July 10, 2016, Hollywood, California;

At 40 years old, Bill Denbrough had achieved great success as an Author/Screenwriter. However, behind the facade of his accomplishments, a deep sense of unhappiness lingered. The passing of his beloved wife, Audra Denbrough, a decade ago had cast a shadow over his life, leaving him adrift in a sea of material wealth but emotional emptiness. Despite his outward success, Bill couldn't shake the profound sorrow that weighed on his heart. "Life moves on, that's what Audra would have wanted," he reminded himself, though the ache of her absence persisted. "Mister Denbrough, can I talk to you?" The Director (of Bill's newest book adaptation) asked, knocking on the door. "Sure, I'll be out," mused Bill. With the weight of exhaustion settling heavily on his shoulders, Bill reluctantly pushed himself up from his desk. The feeble rays of the morning sun struggled to penetrate the fog of weariness that enveloped him. Despite the early hour, he trudged out of his cramped trailer and made his way toward the bustling movie set. He knew all too well that a group of anxious movie executives and The Director awaited him, as always, ready to unleash their barrage of complaints about his script. "What's the issue now?" Bill asked, uninterested. "Mister Denbrough, we seem to have found an issue with the script," said a studio executive, shoving it at Bill's face. Bill carefully removed his fogged-up glasses and held the script up close to his eyes. After a thorough read-through, he didn't spot any new issues with it. "I don't see anything wrong with it," said Bill, giving back the script. "'Don't see anything wrong with it?!' The ending is wrong & pedophilic! Underage Teenagers having sex after exposing the homophobic AND pedophilic serial killer?! That's just fucking wrong, Mister Denbrough!" The Director shouted, throwing the script at Bill. "Alright, I'll rewrite tonight," groaned Bill. "No, it has to be done now! We're shooting the ending tonight!" A studio executive screamed. "Fuh-f-fine," Bill mumbled. 'That's weird; I haven't stuttered in almost 25 years,' Bill thought before shrugging it off. Bill returned to his dilapidated trailer, a sorry excuse for accommodation provided by the studio. Despite the grim surroundings, he sat down at the rusty typewriter and began to write, the sound of his fingers clinking against the keys filling the dimly lit space. After an hour of solitary work, his concentration was interrupted by the jarring ring of his phone. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number from Derry, Maine staring back at him. "Wuh-what the fuh-f-fuck?"  Bill scoffed, realizing he was once again stuttering. "Hello?" Bill asked, answering the phone. "Bill, it's me," said a voice that Bill didn't know. "Sir, I th-think y-you have th-the wrong nu-number," Bill said. "I don't, Bill. It's me, Mike Hanlon, from Derry, Maine. I know you might have memory loss about Derry, but I need you to come back," said 'Mike'. At first, Bill was damn confused about what this Mike was talking about, but a second later, Bill remembered everything. Georgie's disappearance, his near sacrifice to IT, The Losers Club, the blood oath they made, and The Kiss with Beverly Marsh. "IT c-came buh-back, di-didn't it?" Bill asked. "Yeah, Bill. You swore that if IT did come back, we would all come back to fight it again," said Mike. "I re-remember, I'll be there," said Bill. As he slammed down the phone, Bill's heart raced with urgency as he began hastily packing. Derry may have slipped from his mind, but IT and Georgie remained vivid memories etched in his soul. This year marked the awakening of Georgie from his coma – a fact that Bill, in his carelessness, had nearly overlooked. How could he have forgotten his younger brother, especially with their aging parents unable to care for him? 'Maybe Mike remembers and has been keeping Georgie safe,' Bill thought, reassuring himself. Bill ran out of the trailer and called a cab to the airport when The Director angrily ran to Bill. "What are you doing, Mister Denbrough?! You're supposed to be rewriting the script!" The Director shouted. "Rewrite it, yourself, asshole," Bill said, without a stutter, getting in the cab and slamming it. 'I'm coming back, Georgie' Bill thought, with determination.