Fix You - IT Fanfiction

One

Maine, 1989

First of all, let's get something straight.

I am not a slut.

People say I am. The rumors have been going around for a while now. People say I've fucked the Losers Club and the Bowers Gang.

I'm Primrose. Primrose Taylor Winston. I've just finished the ninth grade, and I'm going into the tenth grade this September.

I live in a small town called Derry. It has a population of about two thousand people. We've got a main street with a bunch of shops, some of which include a McDonalds, a cinema, and a grocery store. We've got some suburban areas, police and fire stations, a public pool, a hospital, a playground, an elementary school, a middle school, a high school and lots of grassland.

I've had my silver heart locket since I was born and I haven't taken it off since. Not even for showers and stuff, I keep it on twenty-four seven. On one side is a photo of my mother, and the other side is blank. My mum always told me that I should put a photo of my first love on the other side. But it can't be a first crush kinda love, it has to be someone who I'm really dating.

My brother Dallas is very different from me looks-wise. He's got brown hair and brown eyes. He's very closed off from the world and full of hate, he makes me feel as if the only thing he loves or cares about is me. He loves me so much, always looks out for me and puts me first. I don't know where I'd be without him.

Dallas is twenty-two, and he fixes cars at a gas station in town. He doesn't spend much of his money though, he's saving up for a place for him and me to live so we can get away from our father. We call him by his first name, Cole. I'm not sure why. It's been like that since our mother left us. She left when I was thirteen and Dallas was fifteen. Cole doesn't treat us like a father should treat his son and daughter. When we do wrong, he beats us and when we do something that deserves praise, he tries to get us high or drunk. That's his idea of a reward.

Dallas and I went through a really bad patch about six months after our mum left when Cole's behavior had gotten really bad. We ran away from home and decided to live on the streets, it had to be better than living with Cole. I was just a street rat, begging for food from random people in town. I slept on the street and hung out with Dallas and his gang the Greasers, a lot. I always had my switch on me.

Around this time I learned how to fight, and I had to fend for myself. Dally and the Greasers taught me how to survive alone, how to steal, things like that. I hustled people in pool, shooting games, anything I could. I knew all this was wrong, but it was something that I had to do. I had no choice. It was either that or get really sick and possibly die, and I wasn't yet broken enough to give up.

Dally and the Greasers were never the best influence. They used to do a lot of drugs and smoke a ton of cigarettes. Dally got really sick from the drugs he'd been using. He didn't know where they came from or what was in them, he just took whatever his friends were supplied. It was a really fucked up time for us. Despite the illegality of their actions, the Greasers are good people, some of the most caring and accepting people I've ever known. They never hurt me, pressured me into any kind of activity I wasn't comfortable with or laid a hand on me.

They've improved a lot now, though. I think all of them are off drugs except for a few, and most of them went to live back home with their families in Derry instead of living with the other gang members at their hideout in town.

The Greasers and the Bowers Gang were the two toughest gangs in town, no one messed with them. The two gangs had a big rumble last year, but they agreed to draw if they both stayed out of each other's way.

The school bell rang indicating the end of the last period of the school year. Bill, Richie, Eddie and I pushed our way out down the bustling hallway.