drown ★ it 2017 (completed)

come as you are

"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE! ANYBODY?!" heather screamed at the top of her lungs. her throat hurt amd her voice was hoarse. the raven haired beauty had been screaming for god knows how long.

heather had finally realized where she was: in the sewer. how? well, to state the obvious, it smelled like shit. and piss. millions of gallon of derry pee, as eddie would have said. god, she missed them so much. she missed everything.

heather had slimmed a little bit. she hadn't eaten for a few days. she was dehydrated. and screaming until her head hurt did not help.

she heard distant voices.

heather smiled, "HELLO!!! PLEASE HELP ME! IS ANYONE THERE?!"

"HELLO?" replied the voice.

"YES! HELLO! I'M IN THE SEWER! MY NAME IS HEATHER!"

"HEATHER?"

"YES, HEATHER O'DONNELL!"

"HEATHER! HEATHER, IT'S STAN! STANLEY URIS!"

"HOLY FUCK," she coughed, "CAN YOU FOLLOW MY VOICE?"

stan hesitated. was this the real heather? or was this the heather that he and the losers saw the other day, all shrivelled up and dead?

"UH... YEAH, SURE. STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"

heather jumped with happiness. she would finally get out of this shithole! literally. she splished and splashed, not caring if it would fill her soggy shoes with more pee. she laughed and whisper screamed. she was genuinely happy for the first time in a while. not because she was just married, or because she got the new camera she really wanted, but because she was finally leaving the place that would give her so many diseases. finally, she heard footsteps, and soon came stanley uris. she ran up to him and jumped into his embrace. even though stan was one of the losers she didn't talk to much, she felt like she owed him the world.

heather started to lightly sob, "thank you so much, i've been in here for days with nothing to eat or drink... thank you."

"what are you doing here, anyways?"

"i don't know, i just woke up here. what are you doing here?"

"bill dragged us out here again," he said, rolling his eyes.

"wait, so everyone else is here?!"

"yes..."

heather shoved him out of the way and ran the way he came from. it took a while, but she finally reached the exit. she waved excitedly to the group. they all stared at her, amazed. she ran through the toilet paper scattered throughout the tunnel, and stood in front of them all.

"hi." she said breathily.

none of them cared that she stunk real bad, except eddie, maybe, they all hugged her at once. heather started crying, again. they were reunited at last. heather felt someone touching her ass, which she instantly knew was richie.

"fuck off, ass glass." heather ordered.

"can do, ma'am." he replied, removing his hand.

they all finally released from one another, smiling like idiots.

"w-what happened to y-you?" bill asked, pointing at the huge scab on her forehead.

"i don't even know. i just woke in this place, kinda fucked me up." she answered, laughing awkwardly.

"huh."

eddie started rambling on about the many types of diseases she could have gotten from being in the shit house for a number of days, amd list went on for what seemed like forever. aids was even on the list.

"eddie, calm the hell down. you need to stop worrying so damn much." richie said, punching eddie lightly on the arm.

all of a sudden, stanley came running from the sewage opening in fear.

"what the fuck?" richie questioned.

"guys... we've gotta go. NOW." stan replied, already on the way to his bike.

they all gave each other odd looks, but submitted anyways.