Fear WILL Find You // IT // Bill Skarsgard

Chapter 1

Lyles POV.

I rolled out of my bed at 10am. I looked into the large mirror wardrobe which covered the left side of my room. My long brown hair was falling out of the hair tie I had put it in to go to sleep. I pulled it out of the remaining length of my hair before grabbing my brush off my unit which sat under my TV. I began to drag it through my hair as it become less frizzy, almost becoming perfectly straight, hitting my waist. My eyes were covered in sleep which I swiftly wiped away before coating my eyelashes in a black mascara, making them double the long length that they already were. My dark blue eyes with green specs seemed to POP when mascara surrounded them.

Suddenly my door burst open as I looked in the mirror at the reflection of the person who walked into my room. "Odette, I am going to be a little late today, can you please open up for me?" I asked with a sweet smile as I watched her reaction in the mirror. She just rolled her eyes as she nodded before walking out of the room. As the door shut I began to focus on my own reflection again. I looked at the fake smile on my face, the straight teeth clenched as I pretended I had a little bit of happiness left in me. In all honesty my happiness had left a long time ago. I ran my hand over my button nose before resting it over my plump lips as I looked in despair at the sight of myself.

I opened the large door on the right of the wardrobe as I pulled out a pair of black leggings, red matching underwear, a long black t-shirt which had a deep V-neck and roses covering the front. I placed them on my bed as I stood in front and undressed before pulling on the new clothes. After deciding that this was the outfit I wanted to wear I walked to my black and white bathroom and did what I had to do. After rinsing my mouth again since I had brushed my teeth I walked into my bedroom again as I opened the middle door of my wardrobe, being faced with shelves upon shelves of shoes. After deciding to wear the usual black and grey checked vans I was ready to go to work, my client more than likely already there, waiting on me.

I walked out of my room, into the hall which led to the middle of the apartment. The apartment is split into three sections. The left hand section contains my bedroom at the back, and my study, and bathroom at the front. The right side is the same layout, only it's Odettes bedroom, bathroom, and art room. The middle section has a small area at the front which has the front door and hangers for coats, also various different pairs of shoes which have been too muddy to go further into the house with, even if most of the flooring is black. Then there is the joint kitchen and lounge. The apartment is at the top of the most expensive block in Derry, even if there are only three floors, five apartments in total. Ours is basically the penthouse, taking up the whole top floor. Apartment 62. All other apartments are around half the size of this one but with Odette and I being incredibly successful tattooists and owning my own parlour, it was easy for us to pay off the mortgage.

I ran down the stairs and along the small path to the side of the block. I climbed into my Range Rover before taking the five to ten minute drive to work, depending on the traffic. Luckily for me it only took five minutes. I ran around to the front of the parlour I own as I ran in to see Odette sitting at the front desk as she waited on the stencil for her client to be printed. "Yours is there" she smiled as she pointed to the piece of paper in front of her. "Thank you, you are a God send" I muttered quickly before grabbing it and running into the next room, my client already sitting on the chair, his leg up as I smiled at him. "Sorry I am a little late" I apologised while washing my hands before pulling on gloves.

The area on his leg which he was getting tattooed was already shaved, saving me time. I poured on the liquid that sticks the stencil before placing the paper on his leg, rubbing over it smoothly before slowly pealing it off as the outline stayed on perfectly, making me smile. Odette walked in with her stencil as she laid it onto the chair at her station, her client not in yet. She turned on the TV which was there for clients to watch as I placed vaseline on the bottom of the small tubs which contained the ink so they wouldn't move as I began to fill it with the black outline ink. After plugging my tattoo gun into the pedal and putting in the thin outline needle I was ready. I changed my gloves again before putting a small patch of vaseline on the staring area as I asked if he was ready, not looking up at him once, just waiting on the voice response. After a quick "Yes" I was ready to tattoo.