drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

downer

rocks were being thrown. you heard it right, folks. rocks. why? because of bowers and his dick gang, again. they were trying to beat up the homeschooled kid, mike. a couple rocks hit heather, but not in important places. one knocked down richie. the losers club was winning the war, so far. 

finally, the war ended. it was very entertaining, especially to heather, who had never done something like that before. she was smiling, mostly of pain, the whole time.

•••

heather got home pretty late, again.

"hiya, zach. you wanna balloon?" she heard from the kitchen.

"not this shit again." heather said to herself.

she ran to the kitchen and grabbed zach into her arms.

"leave him alone, dickwad." she growled.

he looked at them with an evil smile, "why? we were having fun, right, zach?"

zach nodded.

"no. stop! i dont want you brain washing him or something."

"why? we all float, down there."

heather gulped, and grabbed a knife from behind her, "not zach, though. never zach."

the clown stepped closer, "we all do. even zachary."

"NO!" she screamed, stabbing the clown.

zach screamed, "heatha! he was my friend!"

"no, he wasn't. i'm never going to let that fucking clown near you ever again. he did bad things, you hear? very, very bad things."

all of a sudden, everything went black.

•••

heather woke up with a pounding head. there was blood on the ground, lots of it. a little bit was from her head, the rest, she didn't know.  she stood up and followed the trail of blood around the small motorhome. it didn't take long until she ended up in her bedroom. there lay zachary, with his leg bit off. heather was in shock. heather was scared. heather wanted to die. both of her brothers had died. what was left for her? nothing, absolutely nothing. her stomach dropped and her heart broke. she felt her throat close up as she started to sob and shake violently. heather immediately collapsed onto the ground, screaming. she didn't care that she was most likely sitting in a puddle of blood. all she wanted was for her brothers to come back.

heather got up, and ran out of the motorhome. she jumped onto her bike and rode straight to the cliff. she soon ended up at the cliff where she jumped off with the boys previously. she walked over to a rock and plopped down onto it. she cried. she cried and cried until her head was in pain.

"heather?" she heard a familiar voice say.

she looked up to see none other than richie tozier.

"what do you want." she replied in a small voice.

"is everything okay? you're crying."

"no shit, sherlock. and yeah, i'm fucking fantastic, thanks for asking." she smirked.

"wow, okay. but, seriously, someone would have had to lunch you really hard in your pus-"

"just, shut up and i'll tell you. okay?"

"yeah."

"you know zachary, my youngest brother?"

he nodded.

"well, i found him dead. in my room."

"that was oddly straight foward."

"shut it. anyways, before that, the fucking clown was at my house again. which was fabulous, honestly. he had zach, so i stabbed the bastard. then, i blacked out. i woke up, bleeding from my head, then followed a trail of blood to zachary. honestly, could life get any better?"

"i-i'm sorry."

"don't be. you didn't do anything."

"but i feel bad for not being there! even though i have no business being in your house, zach could still be alive."

"don't blame yourself-"

"god damnit! i'm such a horrible person."

"richie tozier!" heather yelled. "you didn't do shit, okay?"

they stared at each for a long time. suddenly, richie kissed heather. she shoved him away, and slapped him.

"what the hell?!"

"s-sorry... i thought it was that type of moment-"

"well, you thought wrong. leave."

"heather-"

"go!" she said, pushing him towards his bike.

"fine."