Fifty Shades of Pennywise (an IT fanfiction)

That Clawing Pain (Reddie)

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This particular one-shot is a song fic. The song is called Drug Dealer by Macklemore, and I got the thought for this song while listening to it, so I am very sorry because this one will be a bit hard to read for some.

Song link is above, please give it a listen while reading.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE, OVERDOSE, DEPRESSION

'They said it wasn't a gateway drug
My homie was takin' subs and he ain't wake up
The whole while, these billionaires, stay caked up
Paying out congress so we take their drugs
Murderers who will never face the judge'

Eddie's POV:

This can't be real. I had been thinking that a lot lately, ever since.. then. I walked up the stairs in Richie's empty appartment, my hand triling along the wooden railing as I slowly made my way up the creaky steps. I made it to the small second floor, where only a bathroom, the bathroom where IT happened, and a, now empty, bedroom was. I walked towards the bedroom, gently pushing the door open with the tips of my fingers. It opened silently, and I stepped inside, feeling a flashback overtake me as I look around the bedroom, all of the belongings still where they had been left.

~Flashback~

Richie was spinning around the room, music playing as he danced. I laughed from my perch on his large king sized bed. The 23 year old stopped spining and faced me, his glasses askew as he grinned. "C'mon Eddie Spaghetti! Dance with me!" I laughed again and Stood up, taking his hand that was reached out to me. Richie spun me to him and we danced crazily, both of us giggling uncontrolably until the song ended. A Slower one took its place. Richie stepped up to me and slid his hands to my waist, holding me close as my own arms looped up around his shoulders, our faces milimeters apart. I stared into his dark brown eyes "you are so beautiful" He whispered to me, smiling softly as he said it before leaning in and kissing me slowly. I pulled him closer, both of us no longer swaying to the song, too busy getting lost in each other. When we pulled away I looked at Richie again, brushing some of his dark curly hair from his face. "I don't want us to ever end"I said quietly. "Neither do I" Richie replied "so it won't end" he finished, making me pull him into another kiss.

I felt myself snap from the memory. That had been only three months ago, on our five year anniversary. How could I not have noticed the bags under his eyes? his shaking hands? The way his eyes always traveled to his dresser where his stash had been found by police? I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

'And we dancin' to a song about our face goin' numb
But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
I could've been gone, out 30s, faded in that tub
That's Prince, Michael and Whitney, that's Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That's Yams, that's DJ A.M
God damn they're making a killing '

I stepped out of the room and walked towards the bathroom. My eyes travled over the few paintings and pictures that hung on the walls. There was a picture of the two of us when we had been at a New Years party, both of us wearing silly hats and sharing a midnight kiss. The next was a picture our friend Bill had drawn, It was a simple but beautiful one of the Barrens, with water trailing through the quarry, sun streaming through the trees nearby. The last was a picture of the Loser's Club when we were kids, all of us grinning at the camera, still celebrating the fall of Pennywise. I made it to the bathroom and flicked the light on, staring at the, now clean, dark brown wooden floor, the white sink and toilet standing clean of any residue. The police had people clean everything up. I stared at the floor, my hands now in my pockets as I felt another memory wash over me.