Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Epilogue: The Artist

So maybe one day I'll be back in this town. In all honesty, I hope that Beverly's vision was wrong. I've got my life planned out now. My therapist told me that I should think about the things I really want to do in the future, no matter how small it may be. So I'm looking forward to graduating. I'm looking forward to maybe going to an art college somewhere, like New York. I'm looking forward to city lights, galleries, and a place that is far away from here. But there's a feeling I can't shake. We never saw It die, so it's only reasonable to assume that this isn't over. 

Sometimes I feel a pain in my arm as though It is biting me again. It's a white hot flash that makes me jump and clutch at it to make sure it's still there. And sometimes I find myself getting fearful of Him, but after a moment I remind myself that he can't hurt me anymore. My name is Cathy, and he doesn't hold his power over me now.

We've got a long road ahead of us. The things we went through with It cannot be shared with anyone else. If I ever told my therapist or any adults about It, they'd definitely lock me up and think I had properly lost it. It's going to take a long time to recover from the trauma of it all (if we ever recover from It). But this is The Losers Club, and in our club we all have each other's back. We'll support each other.

But I've finished what I had to say. This writing thing was therapeutic, but I'll be damned if I ever do this again. Words are too much for me. I hope they won't make me write at the psychiatric center. Fuck that. 

I can hear Richie calling my name from downstairs. My easel and art supplies wait. I think I'll paint a sunrise.

Cathy Tozier xx

End of IT: Chapter One

a/n: thank you so much for your support with this fic! I may or may not write Chapter Two, depends on the interest coz I think this was an okay wrap up, but if I do I'll chuck it up in this fic instead of making a brand new one. Lots of love!