drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

scoff

"hey b-beverley?" bill called after her.

"yeah?" she replied.

"w-we're all going to th-the grov-ve. w-want to come?"

"sounds like fun. yeah, i'll go."

•••

it was the day they were going cliff jumping and heather was not ready. she had a large phobia of heights. like, she was almost deathly afraid of heights. but, she was going to face them today, because she had a small crush on two of the boys in the club. but, i'm not gonna tell you!

she looked at herself in the mirror. no, she didn't have a bathing suit. and yes, she was going to be very self conscious. heather doesn't have the skinniest body out there. she thinks her hips are too chubby. she has stretch marks down her legs (no shame, though, because i do too). all she hoped for is that the boys don't make fun of her.

she slipped on a tank top, some shorts, and made her way to the cliff.

as she biked there, men and women kept whistling and catcalling her. honestly, heather was used to it. it happened a lot. she didn't know why, though, she never thought she was super attractive.

after a lengthy bike ride, she finally made it to the cliff. she saw no one was there, so she looked down to the water and saw that they were all down there.

"hey guys!" she screamed.

"look who finally showed up." richie said.

heather stripped her clothing, and jumped off the cliff. she didn't know why she did it that fast. she thought she was scared of heights. she landed in the water with a loud splash! they all cheered and screamed for her.

"why are you here so late?" bev asked.

"i was never given a specific time, so i just came whenever."

suddenly, someone dunked her head underwater and she almost had a heart attack.

she came up from under the water, "what the hell?!"

she heard richie laugh from behind her. she whipped around smacked his shoulder.

"ow..." he whined.

"yeah. fuck you." heather said, blatantly.

she splashed him before swimming away. she swam a little far from the group because they were having fun on their own, it almost seemed like they had forgotten her. she turned around to keep swimming, but was then face-to-face with a clown. the clown that showed up at her house one night.

heather screamed, "get away from me you evil bastard!"

the clown grabbed her shoulders and shoved her underwater. her screams became bubbles. she kicked the clown in the knee—hard—and it let go of her shoulders. she sprung from the water, breathed heavily, then began to scream again. she punched the clown and shoved him into the water, and swam back. the group met her halfway.

"heather! what the hell happened?!" eddie exclaimed.

"clown." she answered.

stan poked at her shoulder, and heather looked at it was red, and starting to bruise, in the shape of hands. damn, that clown was holding on tight. sje rubbed them and winced.

"c-clown?" richie stammered.

heather nodded.

"holy shit. fuck. fuck! what the shit! fucking clowns."

"calm down, he's gone."

"that's what they all say." eddie said in a panicky voice.

"shut the hell up, fanny pack."

lol sorry this is so short haha :/