war and peace {stanley uris}

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WAR AND PEACE
( CHAPTER TWELVE )

"Eddie..." the boy turned around, looking for the voice. He started walking back to a room with light.

"Eddie?"

The hallway seemed to get longer as his friends walked away. Eddie's breath became heavier as he looked for his inhaler.

"Eddie..."

Slam!

The door on the end of the hallway, closed. The hallway zoomed back in. One of his friends knocked from the other side of the door.

"Eddie?!"

"Guh-guys!" He screamed running towards the door, and as he got there, the floor separated. Eddie turned around to run back outside to ask for help. But the leper was in the way.

"Time for your pill, Eddie"

The boy screamed in silence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell down to break a table.

• • •

"Eddie?!" Richie banged his fists agaisnt the door. Bill turned around and looked around the room:

One door in front and two to the left. They were all open.

"Its pointless, Richie! He isn't there!" Jennifer said, her hands were starting to shake a little but she managed to control herself.

"Y-you guh-guys check-k those roo-rooms" Bill pointed out the rooms in the left. Jen and Richie looked at each other then back at Bill. "I-its the on-ly way or d-do you ha-have a plan C"

• • •

Richie walked into the first one.

"Hey Eh-Eds... get the fuck out, we aren't playing fucking hide and seek"

Slam!

The door closed. He went and tried to open the door but stopped trying when he heard a whoosh. All blanket-covered things were revealed.

"F-fucking clown" he muttered walking up to a small coffin in the other end. On his way, he tapped the face of a doll-looking-clown.

Tap tap.

He sticked his tongue out at it and continued his way.

The coffin opened and a blanket slipped to a side revealing a doll dressed up like him. Worms came out the eyes slowly and his mouth was closed with strings. He shruggered and then the coffin closed by itself.

'Fuck' he thought to himself as he walked back.

The coffin opened again and the clown jumped sitting on it, devilish grin and horrible looks on his face.

"Beep beep, Richie"

• • •

At the same time, Jennifer entered the other room. She couldn't stop thinking of what could and what couldn't happen. Mostly the first one.

The room was decorated as if it was her living room: Small couch on the side with a little table next to it. Not a very functional T.V. She could see the light coming in between the curtains. The day started changing into noon then it went darker and darker little by little.

"Eddie?" No answer. She turned around to leave but the door slammed shut in her face. She knocked "Bill? Richie?" Her knocks became faster.

"Jenny?"

Her eyes widened and her body turned slowly to find Stan sat on the couch looking at her.

It was dark outside. She could barely see him, she knew it wasn't him but she couldn't not believe it wasn't.

"St-stan?"

"Yes?"

"Do-don't call me th-that. You kn-know I hate it" he giggled "Wh-what?"

"Hating is such a big word, Jenny-" he stood up and started to walk around the room "You hate this or that, your sister, and I hate you for example. Everyone does. You don't belong here, Crosley. No one wants you, thats why your sister ran away and why your mom is never home. I felt pity on you, thats what you should had realized. I could never love someone like you"

"W-what?"

He approached her and lifter her chin up with his hand "I mean, look at you, you're just another ugly girl in town. You wouldn't even make money if you planned on being a prostitute. No one likes you, you're a waste of space, I know, in fact, we both know it."

Her breath hitched as tears formed on the corner of her eyes.

"He's right. You're disgusting, ugly, unpretty, an idiot, just another one" a voice in her head repeated over and over again.

"No one wants you. Dissappear Jenny" he smirked "Do it" it was her and Stan's voice that said the last thing.

A small knife appeared on the little table next to the couch.

She turned to look back at Stan but he was sitting in the couch now. "You heard me" he grinned.

Jennifer's hand moved back and touched the door. She came back to reality and started walking back slowly.

"I-its not true. Thats, thats bullshit" she turned around and started banging her fists agaisnt the door screaming her friends' names. She felt Stan stood up and walk up behind her, hugging her by the waist, slowly pulling her back as the room went black and filled with her cries for help.

"BILL! RICHIE! HELP! LET ME OUT! PLEASE!" Her voice cracked as she cried.

She heard the same scream that they heard from the garage. The clown.

She tried turning the doorknob and then she heard Bill and Richie screaming back. She banged her fists a bit more and continued to scream and cry. Then the door opened.