monster ; it.

IV

I woke up with a sharp pain spreading through my head. My pulse was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. Everything was blurry, and I couldn't see anything besides a small peck of light shining through the ceiling. I couldn't comprehend what happened to me. I couldn't even remember where I was at this moment, or why I was asleep. All I knew was the sharp pain in my head made my eyes water, and my ears weren't adjusting and continued to screech with every move I made. My vision started coming back slowly and I started to sit up. It hurt to move. 

I reached my hand up to my forehead, wincing at the pain. I looked at my hand to see blood on my palm. That's when it hit me. I was running away from Henry Bowers, and I fell on the side of the road. How did I fall? Did I get knocked out? Did Henry get to me? There's no way I fell asleep, not with this kind of pain running through my body. My eyes popped wide open and I was now aware of my surroundings. I was sitting on furniture; a couch, it is a torn-up couch. I was in a sewer drain. A sewer drain? Why am I in a sewer drain?

I stood up, checking my surroundings for any sight with Henry. He did this, he had to have done this to me. I'm in a sewer drain, for crying out loud.

"Where are you?" I called out, slowly turning around. "Let me go!"

I went into full panic mode. I didn't know why I was here, I didn't know how to get out, and I didn't know what time it was. I wasn't going to make it out within an hour. My dad was going to kill me.

"Please!" I yelled as hot tears started boiling in my eyes and soon ran down my cold, red cheeks. I sat down on the old brown couch, burying my head in my hands.

This was it. He won.

I should have listened to Bill. He was right, he was always right. All I needed right now was Bill to tell me that everything was going to be okay and that I would make it out.

Did Henry drag me down here with the rest of his friends? Is that what happened?

I sat there, drowning in my thoughts. My hands were shaking. Putting my face in my hands, I let out a loud groan. This was all my fault. I should have stayed in my room where I was safe. I shouldn't have ever left in the first place.

My legs moved before my thoughts did. I stood up and found myself banging on the walls, trying to find an opening, and screaming for someone to hear me. My hands started turning red from the brutal impact of the dried cement, but I didn't care. All I cared about was making it home safe.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I heard someone say.

I quickly turned around at the sudden voice in the empty room. It was a man, but it didn't sound like Henry's voice. I tried to find where it was coming from, but I couldn't find anyone. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that I was alone. I would have said I was hearing things.