i'm not insane - reddie

chapter one

Set in July, 2017. All of losers club members are 14-15.

chapter one - welcome to Derry Inpatient Adolescent Mental Health Centre, also known as a load of fucking bullshit.

"I'm not insane!" Eddie screeched, grabbing at his mother's dress. He tugged harshly on the cheap dress, begging for his life. 

"The clown is real! Please! He'll kill me in here!" He kicked at the nurses trying to take him. 

"It's for the best, baby." His mother attempted to reassure him, taking his hand. He sobbed, screaming at the very top of his lungs. 

"Don't leave me here!" As much as he hated home, a mental hospital was no better. Suddenly he was jabbed with a needle, a pumping ache racing through his arms. He gasped, watching his mother look at him tearfully. The world began to slow around him, and he began to weaken. He sobbed softly, watching the world close around him, the sedative taking course in his body. He lifted his head to the side, and the last thing he saw was a group of kids watching him pitifully.

Eddie Kaspbrak's POV:

Slowly the world started to form around me again. The ringing in my ears made the voices around me indistinguishable. My entire body was aching, and my eyes felt puffy, all the moisture sucked out from all the crying that happened earlier. I was overwhelmed with nausea. 

I let out a soft pained groan, opening my eyes. The air stung my eyes, and my head began to pound.

I was in some kind of doctor's office, it felt unfamiliar. It wasn't the doctor's office my mom took me to every month when I had the slightest sign of illness. Medication littered the shelves in front of me, lists of names associated with various pills stuck to the large pinboard next to it. My mind struggled to comprehend where I was.

"I see you're awake Edward, how are you feeling?" An unfamiliar doctor said from beside me. The ringing in my ears echoed his voice in my head, and I barely mumbled out a reply. "I'm fine."

I slowly sat up and looked around the office. The place felt miserable and dull. The windows were small, just barely letting the sunlight in. The bulb above us flickered. Suddenly all the previous events washed back over me, and I felt the blood rush from my face. 

I was in a mental hospital.

Oh my god.

"Are you feeling better now?" He questioned softly. I looked to him weakly and noticed he was holding another needle, filled with some liquid. After staring at it for a few moments, I looked up at him with a glare.

If he touches me with that needle, I swear to god.

"G-get away from me!" I yelled weakly, quickly getting up. The sudden movement caused a large wave of nausea to rush over me, and I groaned, grabbing the bed I was just on. 

"Hold your horses buddy, this is just incase you have another breakdown." He quickly explained. He took my shoulders and helped me steady myself. I took a deep breath, recomposing myself. "You're looking a bit pale, lay back down."

I closed my eyes, trying to let the nausea go. I nodded, not too bothered to fight back right now, and he helped me back into the bed. I sat up again the pillows, watching him carefully as he put the needle down.

"Do you remember what happened before we sedated you?" He asked me. 

"Kind of." I mumbled. I didn't really want to remember what happened to be honest.

He nodded, writing something down. "Your mother brought you here as you were seeing and hearing things. What is this about?"

I looked down, ashamed. Everyone saw me as insane - psychotic even, because they couldn't see the clown that continued to torment me every day. I refused to say anything about it, and he raised his eyebrows at me, awaiting a response.