drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

in bloom

it was the next day, and heather woke up in an unfamiliar place. it was cold, wet, and smelled like literal shit. there was dried blood on her forehead and her wrist was aching. she barely remembered what happened the night before. or if it even happened the night before. how long had heather been there? she didn't know.

•••

"g-guys?" bill said.

"hm?" they all hummed in response, clearly not interested.

"i saw heather yesterday. she s-smiled at m-me and was ta-ta-talking to my d-dad."

suddenly, they all looked up.

"are you guys good now?" bev questioned.

"i-i don't know. maybe w-we should g-g-go talk to her."

"i-i don't think that's a good idea." richie warned.

"why not?" the red haired girl asked.

"just... you know..."

"oh, that's right." bev winked.

"i say we go over there. i've been worrying about her." eddie chimed, in his usual quick talk.

•••

knock knock knock. creeeaak.

"this is just like the fucking horror movies. fuck this." richie said as he turned around to leave.

stan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back towards the group, "no, we're going in."

the losers cautiously tip toed into the small motorhome, they all barely fit in the entrance way. it looked like your normal, old motorhome. but, dear god, it was far, far away from that stereotype. it was silent except for the light taps of their shoes on the floor.

"this is really creepy." eddie whispered.

"pussy." richie responded.

"you literally just almost left because you were too scared–"

"shut up." bill demanded.

there were zero traces of heather there. of anyone, for that fact. suddenly, the lights went out, the blinds shut, amd all the curtains closed.

"fuck." one of the losers muttered.

a spotlight was put on a single red balloon floating from the left corner. then, there were giggles. they almost sounded like–

"heather." beverley gasped.

"we gotta go get her." eddie said.

they all ran to where the balloon came from, only to meet a wet shivering, distorted version of their close friend. her hair was matted, and was dripping wet. her presence made the room reek of shit and piss. her fingers were abnormally long and bony. heather's clothes clung to her body as a bathing suit did.

"we all float down here." whispered heather, barely audible.

"h-heather?" bill stuttered, descending closer to the demonic figure.

"we all float down here." she replied, a bit louder this time.

bill sighed, "are y-you okay?"

"we all float down here! we all do, william." heather's face looked up quickly. a wide, creepy smile was plastered across her face.

blood splattered everywhere. no one knew what happened, except eddie and beverley, of course. they were the cause of this. they each had stabbed heather with a kitchen knife. one hit the back of the head, while the other got the neck.

the body hit the ground, shriveling up, only to soon reveal a clown's body. as soon ad they all blinked, it was gone, the lights were on, the blood was gone, and the blinds and curtains were opened. they all looked at each other, agape at what just happened. none of them spoke, they only absent-mindedly headed to heather's room.

her bed was neatly made. there was little mess on the floor, and there wad a group of envelopes on her bed. each labelled with a name.

milo and zach, bill and richie, dear the losers...

richie grabbed the on labelled with him and bill's names on them. he felt his stomach drop, and his throat close up. there was barely anything written, but it was from the real heather.

"guys..." richie called.

they all quietly gathered around him, silently reading the letter. soon after, they read the on labelled for the losers.

"you guys were the one place where i felt physically able to be myself..." stan read.

richie finished reading the letter first, so he decided to read the one dedicated the clown.

"fuck you." he started cackling. everyone looked over their shoulders to see what the hell richie was doing, as always.

"all... heather wrote... was 'fuck... you'... to the clown..." he laughed.

they all shook their heads, dissapointed.

idea credit to: Fire_Starter13 thank you!! ❤❤