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chapter five

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chapter five - you'll float too!

"Thank you." Richie whispered. "Sorry... I don't feel safe on my own." He sounded sheepish.

"No no, it's okay." I said quietly. I felt him nod next to me. He faced his back to me.

"Goodnight." He said.

"Night." I said, smiling to myself as I turned around too. Something about his presence made me feel safer, calmer, happier. I was subconsciously inching closer to him, craving the touch of someone who wasn't a fucking batshit clown.

Our backs touched, and we stayed like that.

I felt safe, and I fell asleep without tears this time.

Eddie Kaspbrak's POV:

I woke up naturally the next morning. The sunlight poured through the curtains of our window, peering right into my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly, facing my own empty bed. I stretched, letting out a small whine as I did so.

I felt much more rested than I did yesterday. I felt much more prepared to take on the day, and I smiled happily, my mood noticeably more brighter so far.

I wonder how long it'll be before something comes along and pushes my mood right down? 

Richie softly snored next to me, I felt his breathe on my neck as he faced my back. I turned around as gently as I could in an effort not to wake him up, and faced him.

He looked so peaceful, so happy. I stared at him for a bit, finding myself admiring him. 

The fuck am I doing?

I sighed, deciding I should probably get up if I wasn't going back to sleep. I gently pulled the covers away from me, and got up onto my feet. I looked at the clock, which read 7:50 AM. 10 minutes before the wake up call.

"Eds?" Richie mumbled sleepily, and I looked over at him, cursing myself for waking him up.

"Morning, Richie." I said, chuckling a bit as he pulled the covers over his head in defiance, the morning sun disturbing him.

"What fucking time is it?" He grumbled, adjusting his sleeping position to take over the rest of the bed that was now vacant.

"7:50." I said, going over to my bed and picking up my book. I sat on my bed, which felt cold and empty, a strong polar opposite to Richie's warm, embracing bed.

"I have 10 more minutes, thank god." Richie said, letting out a half assed snore as he returned to sleep. I giggled a bit, opening my book and laying on top of my bed, deciding to read for a bit before I started preparing for the long day ahead.

I guess today we'd have to include the others in Richie, Bill and I's clown adventures. I hoped they wouldn't be able to see the blood, so they wouldn't have to suffer through it. I wonder how Bill was holding up? Had he seen anything yet? Was he okay?

Bill was probably the most stable at the moment, but he hadn't seen what Richie and I saw. 

I sighed, trying to take my mind off it for now as I read my book. 

I sat there reading for a bit, until I was interrupted by the routine knocking of the nurse. She poked her head in, telling us we had 30 minutes until breakfast. Richie let out a frustrated grumble, obviously not liking mornings.

"Richie, you have your weigh in this morning, be at the weigh in area by 8:15." The nurse ordered him. He immediately let out an angry whine, the nurse rolling her eyes as she moved on to the next room.