Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

One: The Last Day

Her hands were stained red. 

That was the problem with the school's paint supply: they had a thing for staining the skin. Usually Kit was careful with the paint in art class, either getting it on the canvas or her apron. Today, however, she had decided to use her hands for this piece. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Anyway, it wasn't like the boys would care. If anything they would think it was badass. 

Think? She thought, looking at her finished artwork. Do they ever think? She would've smirked at that in the past, but the thought came and went like a gust of wind without stirring even the corner of her lips.

"And what have you got for us today, Kit?" Mrs McCane smiled at the teenager, looking the piece up and down. 

"Nothing crazy today. Just a sunset in Europe from a family holiday a few years ago," Kit replied as she continued packing her things up, pausing. It was a brief moment, one that Mrs McCane or anyone else would've missed as they weren't watching properly. If someone had, they would've noticed the way Kit clenched her eyes or the shiver that ran down her spine. But it was only a brief moment. 

"You've blended the colours in very prettily, Kit. It looks as though it's lying at the bottom of a crystal clear lake, creating a sort of rippled effect," Mrs McCane mused, head tilted to the side.

"I was going for a bit of an impressionist thing, but added a little twist to it."

"The twist is good. The twist is you," Mrs McCane turned and smiled at her student. She would never admit this out loud, but out of all her art students Kit was one of the best. She didn't just do the work she was told to do. She would do it and then take it further and make it her own. Mrs McCane was certain that if Kit managed to get out of Derry and into an artistic city, she could become something big one day. The young teenager put away the last of her things, going back over to her teacher and giving the piece of art one last look. 

"It can stay over the summer, right? You don't mind? I mean, it has to dry and everything so..."

"That's fine, Kit, absolutely fine," Mrs McCane answered, jumping slightly when the school's bell went off. "Well, that's it then! Holiday time. What have you got planned for the summer, Kit? Apart from creating more beautiful pieces of art."

"Honestly? Nothing, really. Just hang about at home, in town," Kit replied, chucking her satchel over her shoulder with a shrug. "Waste it so that when school starts again I can spend a few weeks complaining about how much I miss Summer and how I wish it were back."

The art teacher gave a little chuckle at that, rolling her eyes.

"Well, have fun doing that then, Kit. I'll see you for Junior year in September," Mrs McCane smiled. The student nodded before saying farewell and disappearing into the streaming crowds of kids. 

After retrieving the last of her things from her locker Kit weaved her way through the hallway, a ghost to most of the students. However, the younger ones always seemed to watch her. Richie had told her once it was because of her reputation.

"Nothing bad," he had said while he watched tv and she studied in the kitchen. "They're just curious about you. Think you're a little weird but in a cool way. Also a bit scary, but that's probably because of the dickholes you hang out with."

She could deal with their stares. She could deal with their talk. As Richie had said, it wasn't bad. Anyway, there were worse things one could do or say. She knew this to be true. 

"Hey, hey! Kit!"

She was outside now, the heat of the sun making her uncomfortable. Although the sleeves on her dress were made of a thin material, they were still sleeves. The urge to roll them up came over her but she pushed it away. There was no need for that. 

"Kit! What are you, deaf?"

"Being deaf would be better than being you," Kit shot back, stopping and turning around. Richie's eyes rolled behind his large glasses and he held up his hand, pulling the finger at his older sister. With him were his three friends, kids Kit had known since they had started Kindergarten. Eddie waved a greeting in her direction, his asthma inhaler in hand. Stan was a little shyer, giving her a little smile with rosy cheeks. 

"H-hey Kit," Bill said, his eyes meeting the older girl's. Although he looked fine on the outside, Kit knew the eyes she was staring into. She had seen them in her own mirror many times before. 

"Me and the others are gonna hang out for a bit, can you take my bag home?" Richie interrupted, holding his bag out towards his sister. 

"What am I, a pack mule? It's light as a feather, carry it with you," Kit said, pushing it back toward him. The younger Tozier grumbled beneath his breath as he put his bag back on before turning back to his friends. Whatever conversation he was going to start, however, was suddenly interrupted. 

"Nice frisbee, flamer."

"Give it back!" Stan snapped, before the older boys started mocking and shoving the younger group. One of them, the tallest of the four, made his way over to her, snaking his arm around her waist and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey babe, whatcha doing hanging out with these losers?" Patrick asked, his fingers gripping her hip. His words were echoed by two of the other boys: the large and looming Belch, and the smaller yet equally mean Victor. The final teenager didn't say a word, staring down at Kit with a grimace before giving Bill one more shove. To everyone's surprise, Bill spoke up.

"You s-s-s-suck, Bowers."

Silence fell over the group, only broken by the nervous whispers of Bill's friends behind him. The look of anticipation in the eyes of the older boys made Kit want to stamp on their feet, but she didn't. She was as still as a statue, her tongue held as she watched Henry step towards Bill.

"Did you s-s-s-say something, B-b-b-b-Billy?" he asked mockingly, before straightening up and standing right in front of Bill. "You got a free ride this year cuz of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough. This summer is gonna be a hurt-train, for you and your faggot friends."

Kit thought that Henry would've done more. However, after a pause he left Bill with nothing but a face smeared with his own spit. Kit cast her gaze past Henry and Bill to where, a few yards away, stood one of Derry's officers. Mr Bowers looked away when his son took a step back from the younger kids. 

"Let's go. Tozier, with us," Henry ordered. Kit let herself get dragged away with them, hearing the short exchange of words passed between Stan and Richie.

"Why does your sister hang out with those jerks? Why does she date one of them?"

"She's stupid. They're not the Bowers gang, they're the - the stupid gang."

"What the fuc-" Patrick began, turning around to face the younger boys. Before he could say anything else though Kit's hands were on his shoulders and spinning him back around, pushing him forward. He looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed together and a curl to his lip that wasn't there before. "Did you hear what they-"

"Leave it, Pat," Kit interrupted, looking up at him with eyes that left no room for argument. "What, you think I can't handle shit talk? Let's go, leave them be."

Pat frowned at her words but he didn't speak again, instead throwing his arm over her shoulders and pulling her close against his side. With his hand he tugged on the sleeve of her dress until she lifted her hand to his, lacing their fingers together. He stared at her hand, a curious smile spreading across his face as they followed the others.

"You've got red on you." 

Author Note: Here we go, my lovelies! The first official chapter of this fic. I hope you guys enjoy and stick around to hear Kit's story (like why tf is she hanging out with Henry Bowers and his mates when they're always laying in on her brother and his friends?? What is going on sister Tozier?!) Find out in future chapters.
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DM