Wild Heart | IT (2017)/ R.T.

fourteen

Bill picked up seven sticks, all different sizes. He came around and made us each choose a stick. 

"Okay, who got the smallest one?" I asked, looking at the boys and Bev. 

Richie held his up, "Fuck." 

"Who got the next smallest?" Eddie held his up, then took a waft from his inhaler. I held mine up. "I got the next smallest." 

We dropped the sticks on the ground. Bill walked up the steps first, I followed after with Richie and Eddie. Richie reached for my hand and I let him. We crossed our fingers. 

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw." Richie said. "You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks." 

"Shut up Richie." Eddie said. "I can smell that." 

"Don't breathe through your mouth." Richie said. 

"How come?" I asked. 

"'Cause then you're eating it." 

Richie turned to his left, pulling away from me. I heard Eddie gag, then watched as he took another waft from his inhaler. Richie walked into the other room. I watched as he pulled a paper from a group of sticks and cobwebs. We all walked closer to him. 

"What?" Bill asked. 

"It, it says I'm missing." He told us as we approached him. 

"Y-y-y-you're not missing, Richie." Bill said. 

"That's what it says, that's my shirt, my hair, that's my face..." Richie freaked out. 

"Richie." I said, ripping the paper from him. "You're not missing. You're here, with us. Calm down, this isn't real." 

"What the fuck! It says I'm missing!" He screamed. "Am I missing? Will I disappear?" 

"Take it easy." Bill told him. 

He continued to freak out until I grabbed his face, making him look at me. He took in a breath and looked at me. 

"This isn't real Richie." I told him. "IT's tricking your brain." 

"Hello?" We heard from upstairs. We all gasped as I jumped. There was movement as Bill walked out of the room. "Hello?" 

We all walked towards the stairs as my breathing got heavier. 

"Help me please!" I heard. 

We walked up the stairs, I help onto Richie's arm, not wanting to let go for the life of me. There was heavy breathing as we got higher up the stairs. 

We got to a landing, walking towards the hallway. The door at the very end of the hall was open. There was a girl, laying on the ground. She was coughing and gasping for air. 

"Betty?" Bill asked. 

"Ripsom?" Richie asked. 

Then out of nowhere she was pulled back. I covered my mouth to keep me from screaming. We walked closer down the hall, I still hadn't let go of Richie. We came closer to the door. Once we got to it, Bill pushed it open. Inside was nothing but garbage and a mattress. 

"She was just here, where the fuck did she go?" Richie asked. 

The door behind us shut as I jumped. 

"Eddie!" I said, running to the door. He screamed from the other side as we tried to open it. 

"What the fuck!" He screamed. 

"Eddie!" I screamed back, yanking on the door nob. "Open the door!" 

Bill helped me yank, "Eddie! Are you okay?" 

We continued to yank and yell for Eddie as Richie walked into a different room. 

"Richie?" Bill asked as I walked over. Richie started to walk back towards us as the door began to shut. 

"Richie!" I screamed, running towards the door. It slammed in my face as I banged on it. "Open the door!" 

"It won't open!" He yelled back. 

Bill and I yanked on it like the other door. 

"What's going on?" Bill asked "Open the door." 

"I can't." He said back. 

"Richie!" I said, as I continued to furiously yank the door. "Open the door Rich." 

It got quiet from his side of the door for a second before I heard him scream. 

"Richie!" I banged on the door.  "Try the other door again." I told Bill. 

He walked to the other door and yanked on it, "Nothing." 

I heard Richie scream again, "Richie!" I screamed, throwing myself against the door. Bill did it will me. The door bursted open and we grabbed Richie, shutting the door behind him. 

"Lets get out of here." Bill said. 

There was a noise, coming from the mattress. That's when a version of Eddie's head popped out from inside of it. 

"You wanna play loogie?" He asked. A dark liquid poured from his mouth, covering the floor. Burning it like acid would. 

"Oh my god." I said, backing up slightly with Richie and Bill.

We turned and there was three doors. The left one read "Not scary at all." The middle read "Scary." And the right one said "Very scary." 

We ran towards the left one, Bill ripped it open. It was dark inside, but we heard, "Where's my shoe." Bill switched the light on and we the top half of Betty's body. We all screamed as Richie shut the door. 

"Where the fuck were her legs?" He screamed. 

"What about that?" I screamed, pointing to the acid flooring. 

"T-This isn't real." Bill said. "Remember the missing kid poster. That wasn't real, so this isn't real." 

He opened the door again, but this time it showed the hallway.

"Oh thank fuck." Richie said. 

"Where's Eddie?" I asked. Then we heard him scream from downstairs. "Eddie!" 

I ran down the hallway, towards the stairs. We ran down the stairs, towards the scream. I ran in, pushing the door. Inside was a clown, along with Eddie. 

"Holy shit." I said. 

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy?" The clown asked. IT's voice got higher pitched. "I'm not real enough for you?" 

"Holy shit." Richie said. 

"It was real enough for Georgie." 

He got up, lunging at us. That's when Beverly appeared, putting a spear in his head. Me and Richie turned towards each other, grabbing each others hands. 

"Eddie!" I said, running over to him, the boys and Bev followed. 

The clown continued to move as I looked at Eddie. I wrapped my arms around him. The clown turned towards us. Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, Richie and I tried to calm him down. The clown was still getting closer to us. 

"Guys!" I yelled. 

The clown grabbed Eddie's foot, then turned, scratching Ben's stomach. He backed up, out of the room. 

"Oh my god." I said, falling back, landing on my butt. My hands tangled themselves in my hair as I breathed heavy. 

Eddie was still panicking. 

"Bill, we have to help Eddie!" Richie screamed. 

"No!" Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs. "No!"

"I'm going to snap your arm into place!" Richie told him. 

"Do not fucking touch me!" Eddie screamed at him. 

Richie ignored him, snapping his arm into place. Eddie let loose another scream. I stood. 

"We have to go, now." I said.