i'm not insane - reddie

chapter eight

a/n: i've spent all day writing and i have my exams starting in two days and i havent studied pls helpp pp lmao

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chapter eight - richie continued to rant, and I did the first thing that came to mind to ease his nerves

"E-Eds.." Richie whispered. I looked up at him, concerned. His eyes were wide with shock and fear, his face slowly paling.

"Yes?" I said, walking over to him. He shakily handed me the folder, which was open on a page.

Richard Tozier - Patient a38n4

Admitted for anorexia nervosa. Reports of visions of clowns - sustained neck injury, suicide. Deep cut in neck. Date of death, 21/07/17.

That was in 5 days.

Eddie Kaspbrak's POV:

Shit.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

"Bill? Bev?" I called out to them, my voice shaky. Richie looked absolutely horrified, he started pacing around the room, his face devoid of colour. They came over, holding a bunch of blue folders.

"We found the folders for psychosis and schizophrenia patients." Bev announced, before noticing our distraught states. "What's going on now?"

Without saying anything, I handed over the folder, open onto Richie's file. Bev's eyes scrolled over the page, before her eyes widened. Bill poked his head over Bev's shoulder, looking over the page.

"Holy shit..." Bev said quietly, looking at Richie. Richie looked at us, his eyes wide with tears again.

"I don't want to fucking die to that screwed up psychotic thing!" He yelled, gesturing to the folder. "What the fuck do I do?! Holy shit!"

"Richie, calm down, it's okay." I quickly reassured him, putting my hands on his shoulders. "We have 5 days apparently, you'll be okay. We'll figure this out by then." I said sternly. He shook his head.

"What if we don't figure this out in 5 days?! I'm not going to get my neck cut open by it!" He cried.

"Richie, it's in your head. H-he's t-trying to scare you. I-it's not real." Bill instructed him. Richie didn't look convinced, he was still shaking and panicking. I quickly realised Bill was right, it's trying to scare us.

"What if it is real though, Bill? What if this is some sign or something?" Richie said skeptically. He bit his lip, shaking his head.

"It's not real." Bev tried to persuade him. Richie nodded, clearly still hesitant, but he stopped arguing. He let out a deep sigh, obviously still distressed.

"Come on, help us look through the files. If Richie's going to die in 5 days, we need to get a move on." Bev said, walking over to a clear spot on the ground by the door. Me and Richie nodded, looking at the shelf in front of us and grabbing all the blue folders we could see.