Every 27 Years // IT Fanfic

Chapter 7

"You'll float too."
Angie shot up, wide awake as she looked around the dark room,
"Who said that?" She whispered, loud enough that her voice stayed in her room, but quiet enough that she wouldn't be heard by her parents. She found a flashlight and turned it on, shining it at the clock, 1:34 am. She groaned, then shone it at the end of her bed, gasping and dropping it.
"D-Darlene?" She muttered, staring into the eyes of her sister.
"Ang. I wanna show you something. Can you come with me." The little girl said, gesturing to the door. Angie sighed, nodding slowly as she pulled the wheelchair over to the side of the bed and managed to get herself into it.
"Let's go." She spoke out as the other girl opened the door and ran down to the far bathroom, away from her parents room. She opened the door and slid inside, followed by her temporarily paralyzed sister. Angie looked around,
"Darly? Why did you-" the door suddenly slammed behind her, causing her to yelp. She slowly and shakily turned back to her sister, who was pointing to the drain in the middle of the floor,
"Ang. If you come with me. You'll float too." Her small voice spoke. Immediately, the older girl turned herself around and tried the door, locked.
"You'll float too. You'll float too." Her sister repeated, causing Angie to turn her head back to her.
"No Darlene!" She cried, her heart racing. Suddenly, Darlene let out a bloodcurdling scream as her body began to liquidize, it crumpling into a mass of black tar and blood, oozing down the drain. It was quiet. Her shaking hands rattled the door,
"Cmon. Cmon." She begged, hearing a maniacal laugh come from behind her. She swung her head and met the eyes of that same clown, who snatched her throat and lifted her out of the chair, laughing.
"Tasty tasty fear!" He spoke, drool foaming from his mouth as he snapped his jaws at her, inches from her nose. Tears ran down her cheeks as she cried out for her parents, but nothing stirred outside the door. If she could, she's kick him, but she still couldn't feel her legs. So instead, she punched his jaw, making him let out an inhuman shriek as he dropped her, about 3ft. She heard a crack, and she could feel her legs again. She kicked the door, trying to force it open. Finally, on the fifth try, it swung open and she ran out. She slammed the door just in time as the clown reached the opening, hearing a thud against the wood, and a light whine. Then nothing. She slowly opened it again, peeking inside, all that was left was red and black around the drain. Her legs wobbled, since she hasn't stood in a day now. She shut it again and walked back to her room, staying up the rest of the night from the fear of It returning. Soon, the sun shone in the sky, just above the horizon, and she had already gotten dressed and ready for the day. That day, she was scared to be in the house, so as quickly as she good, she got out.
As she was walking down the sidewalk, she heard a car honk at her, and she turned around to meet the eyes of the Bowers Gang. She shook her head as they pulled up, eyes wide as they stared at her legs,
"Eyes up here stalkers." She teased, chewing her bottom lip as she stifled a laugh.
"Whitney you're walking." Henry said, almost in disbelief.
"Yes Bowers i am." She answered, looking over at them, "Where're your ugly asses off to?"
Henry rolled his eyes,
"Around town. Wanna come along?" He offered, gesturing to the backseat. She thought,
"Nah. But thanks for asking." She laughed, continuing on her way.
"Okay then. You're loss. Let's go." He smacked he side of the car again as Belch sped up, pulling away from her and around a corner onto a separate street. She sighed, walking for about fifteen more minutes before she heard a bike bell ring. She turned around seeing a few boys on bikes riding toward her, one in particular stopped,
"Hey there. I'm Richie. How you doin?" He asked, shoving his oversized glasses up the bridge of his nose. She recognized him from school,
"You're that...boy from school aren't you? The one obsessed with the arcade." She observed, causing him to gesture to himself.
"Yep. And what's your name señorita?" He questioned in a Hispanic accent, which made her laugh lightly.
"Angie." She answered.
"Well then, Milady, why don't we go get a bite to eat?" He suggested, in a light British accent. She smiled,
"Didn't we just meet? How can you know anything about a girl if you just met?" She challenged, which made him think.
"I know some stuff about you. You're a teen, blonde, have blue eyes." He spoke, sitting down on his bike and using his feet to move along beside her. She shook her head,
"I meant personally."
"Oh. Well then that's why we should go out." She had to laugh, but then heard one of the other boys call him name.
"Duty calls. I'll catch ya later Angie." He winked as he rode off, "Alright alright I'm coming B-Bill." Angie had to smile, shaking her head. Reaching back, she pulled out a notepad and wrote down 'Richie'. She folded up the paper and stuck it in her pocket. She ended up in town, finally, and she went to the library. Sitting down, she just skimmed through the pages, bored. Eventually, she got up and left, going back down the Barron's. Her legs balanced her body as she made her way back down the sidewalk. She then heard yelling, which made her run. She arrived to a heated rock war, she bent down and picked up a stick, and a rock. Throwing the rock into the air, she hit it like a baseball, sending one to the far side, then another to the back of Henry's head.
"Stop it!" She screamed, clearly annoyed. "You are all acting like children! All of you!" She tossed the stick aside and stormed out of there and down toward the sewer entrance again, but reverted her oath to go up the hill where Patrick had came when they beat Ben. She heard feet coming up behind her, and then a hand on her wrist, which made her scream.