i'm not insane - reddie

chapter two

chapter two - take the pills eddie.

Recap

Richie turned around to get back to what he was doing, "don't worry about it." I sighed, nodding and laid down. I wiped at my painful eyes, realising how tired I was from everything that happened today.

The day was far from over though, now I got group therapy later. I turned towards the wall, closing my eyes for a moment. However, that moment turned into about an hour, as I fell asleep, hoping I could forget the world for that hour.

Eddie Kaspbrak's POV:

I was woken up by someone nudging my shoulder. "Eddie..." A male voice said, continuing to poke at me. I let out an angry groan, burying my face into my pillow. My nap barely helped my exhaustion - if anything I'm even more tired now. My eyes hurt with tiredness, my entire body felt worn out and completely done.

"Eddie, c'mon man it's time for group therapy." Richie said, nudging me harder. The harsh reality of where I was all came back to me in a rush, and my mood dropped. I sighed, wanting to cry all over again.

"Do I have to go?" I whined, slowly opening my eyes up at him.

"Probably. I had to go on my first day, get the fuck up or we're going to be late." He said, tugging on my shirt. I whined, not wanting to, and swung my feet off the bed, standing up slowly. I rubbed at my eyes meekly, wanting to crawl back into my bed at home.

"Oh, by the way I got you something." Richie said, and I furrowed my eyebrows confused. He walked over to his desk and picked up something and threw it towards me. I barely managed to catch it with my shitty sports skills, and I looked at it.

An inhaler.

I smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you so much!" I put it in my pocket and he smiled at me.

"No problem, now hurry your ass up." He said, taking my wrist and dragging me out. I stumbled behind him, and we speed walked down to where I assumed group therapy would be. I took note of where our room was from the main hallway, so I didn't run into another situation with the clown.

We walked through the hallway and came across a wooden door with the sign 'Therapy Room 2' on it. We opened the door and went inside, where everyone except Bill and Stan were waiting. I looked around the room, studying it for the first time.

The carpet was a much more inviting soft grey, much nicer than our bedrooms. There were couches surrounding a coffee table in the middle, and a desk in the back which I assumed belonged to the therapist. The room was decorated to seem comforting and inviting. Richie sat in one of the two person couches, and I sat next to him, hoping he wouldn't mind me sitting by him.

"You're not last for once, Richie." Bev teased, and Richie scoffed at her, rolling his eyes. He seemed too exhausted to come up with a comeback, and I could understand why, remembering he had looked like he was crying when I arrived.

The door swung open, and the therapist walked in, "sorry I'm late kids!" He shut the door behind him, and smiled at us. He had a bright, kind aura to him and it made me accept the idea of group therapy a bit more. He looked around at all of us and frowned, "Where's Bill and Stan?"

"No clue, they're probably still in their room." Ben guessed, shrugging. The therapist peered at the clock and frowned. "It's 8:35, can someone go get them?" 

Just as the words left his mouth, the door opened behind him and Bill and Stan peeped in, looking sheepish. "S-sorry, w-we uh, forgot.." Bill said, walking in. Stan followed in behind him, not saying anything.